Forwarded e-mail from Brother in Colombia has me pondering the ways that genetics + environment = various personality traits. Now that my siblings and I are growing up it is interesting to see the similarities and differences between us.

For instance the mere idea of up and moving to Colombia to teach and work on my writing makes me start to have a panic attack.

While thinking such deep thoughts have also managed to burn up the vacuum cleaner. Think so anyway. Don't really know much about vacuum cleaners except that when turn it on nothing happens. Which is unfortunate as with two long haired cats in the intensifying Texas heat a vacuum is a necessity.

And in other feline news: Boyfriend's bad ass cat the Jinx, who has taken to chewing through any kind of string she can get her hands on, just came in from the patio with one of my favorite shirts, which she snatched from the drying rack, in her mouth like a trophy. She seems very proud for having chewed off one of the straps.

Bad.ass.cat.

The only other exciting thing happening is an update on my battle with the infamous can of prunes.

Boyfriend ate one and likes them and told me he would help finish them off only if I publicly admitted defeat.

To which I say, "Never !!" (I'm like Hilary, without the Botox-related perma-excited facial expression.)

So yesterday ate one with breakfast, two on the side of the road leaning on my bike and gasping for air halfway up a hill that nearly killed me, and another in the evening just because I'm hardcore.

That leaves nine more until can call myself the victor.

Prepare to meet your doom, nature's candy.

Prepare to meet your doom.