The administration apologizes in advance for the following.
I am tapped out so I am just going to do what we writers call stream of conscious writing. That is when you start typing and don't stop. You just type whatever comes to your head. I have a cat jar on my desk. It is a cookie jar. I bought it for my gram when she was alive because it looked like a big old tomcat I had named Al. He weighed 18 pounds and used to sleep with me when I was single and love on me. I loved Al. He got sick and died. He was 8 pounds when we put him down.
Gram loved Al too. When she died my aunt said, "You gave her the jar, you go on and take it." So now I have the jar. It is next to a music box that my dad gave me that does not work. It is a crystal domed thing with two dancers that would twirl around to "Somewhere My Love." Then there is a picture of Dad and one of my brother.
I have way too much dead guy stuff. This isn't working out so well. I have to go now.