Thank you, Susan, for not killing me in the shower today.
I know that Karen is very afraid of my kind, and would've made you banish me from the house if she knew I was around. But you took pity on me; you allowed me to linger as you washed your hair, even though you watched me a little nervously before and after you washed your face.
I was just there to get a little drink of water.
You fill the sinks for the cats, but if I venture in that direction, they tease me. (and just a month ago, they ate uncle Lester.) But, the shower is perfect for me. When you're done getting clean, sometimes I just need a little sip, and I scoot right back into the walls.
Thanks for understanding.
P.S. Maybe Karen just needs to read Charlotte's Web again...
P.P.S. Maybe she should read this again too.
They’re not all gonna be winners.
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Last night I woke up with what I was pretty sure was a brilliant mathematic
epiphany that I quickly jotted down on my phone notes and this is what it
was: ...
3 days ago
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