I went with my sister to her boyfriend's parent's house today. They have a cool, huge, pretty house, with a stable full of horses in the back. I installed their new cd burner. Then we sat around drinking Mountain Dew and eating the left over stuff that didn't get attached to the gingerbread houses. Sister's boyfriend kept apologizing for dragging me out of the house. He thinks I have something cool to be doing, I guess. How much more wrong could he have been? Not much. He actually gave me 20 minutes of feeling all needed again! That was nice. And he gave me Mountain Dew, too. He's back in vet school now, in the Caribbean. He says he'll take me out to dinner when he gets back, to thank me for installing the cd burner. I was just happy with the Dew, the love, and the getting to play with the puffy grey cat with the shaved tummy.