I've got that CD.

Love the Joe.

That Roy was good.

The guilty secret of having pets is that there are those "one in a millions", where there is an extra bond. For my partner, it was our first Dalmatian, Stella. And maybe Klondike the cat. I maybe haven't got quite there but I look back on growing up with Mindy and how I would spend forever crawling around on the floor chasing her with her ball, playing tug with it then bouncing it for her to grab and start again. Or scratching her belly until my arm was sore. My siblings never did that. Or Pinot the cat who had that special bond with Stella and didn't pay too much attention to me until she and I and Dalmatian Misty lived alone and she bonded. Would sleep curled up against my chest. If I rolled over, most cats would get pissed and leave, but she would just buzz off like a March fly and land back curled up on the other side. I was so surprised at how much I miss her. I'm not proud, sometimes will grab Nigel, the stuffed penguin to put in her spot, if I'm out of sorts.

But, as others here know, that doesn't mean the other ones aren't worth it. For me, they are so worth it. Maybe it is the same with people. I dunno. 

he needs a gofund page me for a cookbook

Making nachos in my hotel room
and then bouillabaisse 

ah well. If someone knows how to embed it that would be nice.