Mum: "It's T'pol. I'm sorry, but...no. I've known Vulcans for some twenty-odd years now, and seeing one in a pink velvet catsuit with a plunging neckline...just isn't working for me."
Did you ever wonder how many people spit in Rush Limbaugh's food?
When I came home from work today, both Chrissy and Goten/Visa [the cats] were downright insistant that I pet them. The problem being, they don't like to be within ten feet of each other. So, this was making things a bit difficult, cause I could pet one, and the other would start crying like, "Pet mee! Pet meee! Oh for the love of God, pet MEEEEEE!" Finally, I went to the bathroom, which of course meant that Goten would join me, which he did. So I petted him in the bathroom for a bit, then I went out and petted Chrissy. I think they both counted the number of pets the other got and Chrissy ended up slightly ahead, because she stared at Goten with this Most Smug Look on her face, like, "Yes, we know who Mommy's favorite is, don't we?"