Mrs McGillicutty is talking with Mr Nimm (or some such name) at our table this morning. There is talk like "my brother prefers to eat rhinocerous because the meat is nice and salty," which is countered with "My sister in Minneapolis prefers cat. She milks them. She says that the milk tastes like flowers."

I swear... the only person I know who can counter my father's BS thought for unusual thought... is dear Ember, my daughter. May they never grow weary of conversation. My morning coffee is much enhanced as I do my dishes and listen to the background BS. I stopped to write this and now I think that this Mrs. Abernathy (myself) is going to join in. Does my brother prefer elephant nipples or applefarts. Oh, god, I am not as good at this as they are. WISH ME LUCK!

-Mrs. ABernathy (AKA Ruth)