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Emil and the cats found a new game today. They named it Kitty Pong.

They were animated and vocal about something (probably all the chaos in the house, today).

Emil decided that after one meowed, he’d walk to the other one until she meowed. He did this back and forth with them a few times until Purrrrrl won the first round—because Emil made it back to Sosta before she meowed again.

He even held round two, which Purrrrrl won again.

Too bad for the chance at a two out of three, Sosta!

SCENE: meowing cats while we are cooking dinner

EMIL: What is it?

PURRRRRL: meow

EMIL: Are you hungry?

PURRRRRL: meow

EMIL: Do you smell chicken?

PURRRRRL: meow

EMIL: Do you want chicken?

PURRRRRL: meow

EMIL: Do you want to share chicken with Sosta?

(crickets chirping through the silence)

LORI: laughing vigorously because animals understand much more than we humans ever give them credit for

–SCENE: We just finished watching Fletch.–

LORI: (laughing at the last line). That was a great movie.

EMIL: I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.

LORI: What year was it made?

EMIL: (checking TiVo). 1985.

LORI: Baby, my parents didn’t let me watch PG movies in 1985. [implied rant: I was 15 before they let me see a PG-13 movie. I've still never seen some of the great 80s flicks like Caddy Shack.]

EMIL: What are you talking about? We were in college.

LORI: What are YOU talking about? I was in the 7th grade!

EMIL: I was such a pedophile!

LORI: I love my pedophile!

[Reality: in May of 1985, I finished the 7th grade and Emil finished his senior year at Bryan High.
So, I was a 7th grader in '85 and he was a college freshman in '85, but not at the same time!]

Clearly, we’ve never felt much of an age difference. Maybe that’s because by the time we met, it wasn’t much of a difference. Besides, we are both still just kids.

As we are post-GAYla without a Fundraising Coordinator, I have had a busy week+. I’ve been running around town with a cab full of baskets and other silent auction goodies delivering them and taking money. Two such deliveries were to occur at ~5pm this evening.

In addition, we have a big/looming deadline at work. I was supposed to have it all done by 5pm today, but I didn’t receive the first part until 4:51pm. [I love my job. Really and truly! When stuff like that happens, no one expects me to work a miracle and still make the deadline. It's amazing to work with people who have some common sense about them. And, that doesn't even include their respect for my evenings and life outside of work! I've never been so professionally happy!]

So, I left word with them all that I had a few errands to run, but that they were to call if they could gather the rest of the parts and wanted me to come back (after dinner, of course) to write/edit/format the document and turn it in this evening.

So, Emil and I went on our way: Wal-Mart, Academy, Home Depot….and then to dinner (before the pet store and pharmacy). Because we were in the vicinity of Cheddar’s, he joked that we should go there. Since he knows how much I hate the place, he got a resounding “haell no” from me (even though it is our town’s Spring Break and the prime time to go to any over-rated-and-therefore-over-crowded restaurant.)
E: “But it’s Cheddar’s. Their food is all cheesy. You love cheese.”

L: “Ahhhh but that’s the rub. Their food is not cheesy, it’s awful. Maybe if they covered it all in cheese it would be ok. The name is a misnomer.”

E: “You mean a misNAMEr.”

ba-dum-chsssssshhhhh

Yeah, this is a big reason why I married him. Funny, Funny Emil.

Backstory

Ok, so there is a backstory that some of you have heard.

One day, when I was first working at “REEX”, my boss (and friend) Laine and I kept up with one another via IM. She streamed her music, so I could see what she was supposedly listening to at any point during the day. This gives you a lot of insight to a person. Since they can walk away from the computer at any point (and fail to hit the X “no do not play that song any more” button), you might also see some pretty random stuff.

So, one day the IM conversation went a little like this:

LLi (Laine has been an LL as long as I’ve known her, so she’s LL number one): [listening to: "mmm Bop!"]

LLii (I, Lori (Salter) married Emil Luza and became LL ii): “Are you really listening to ‘mmm Bop!’???????”

LLi: “huh?”

LLii: “Your IM status said you were listening to ‘mmm Bop!’. Is that really your style?”

LLi: “Oh. Gawd. No. WTF?”
(again there is some creative license going on, here)

So, since 2005, we have teased Laine about “mmm Bop!”.

Today

Since we have new phones (mine goes both ways), tonight, Emil is updating the music on the card that goes in his phone. As he does so, he plays some of the tunes out loud.

One song, in particular was annoying and “stupid”, and I told him so.

He said, “this song? are you sure? THIS song?”

Then, I heard the chorus, “mmm Bob!”

OH! Laine! You make us laugh even when you and your big vocabulary aren’t here!

It’s been a while since we posted something funny Emil has said. It’s not for a lack of content, but more for a lack of the web nearby when he does it.
Backstory: One of my early days working at TEEX, I clicked to send an instant message to my boss, Laine. I noticed the song she was streaming in her status. It was Hanson’s “mmmmmm bop!” In spite of the fact that music streaming tries to make you listen to what they push, I found it hilarious. Naturally, I gave her a hard time, and it became a bit of a running joke.

Laine is now in Pennsylvania (and only an hour or so from New York) and is getting a couple of advanced degrees in art.

Tonight, the script went something like this:

E.T. or similar ‘duh’ music program on TV:
Who’s the next artist that’s going to kick Hanson’s ass?

Emil:
Laine Little!

Moral of the story: Marry someone who makes you laugh!

Emil (on phone with his sister): [Something like] I’m sorry I missed your call, we were sleeping. We had a long night last night, so we went to bed as soon as we got home.

Sandra: [Must have said something like] You wouldn’t get to do that if you had kids.

Emil: “We ARE the kids!”

….and then Sandra and Lori talked about her daughter’s upcoming wedding!

We took a well-deserved break to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with our Aggie Bar Crawl friends. After dinner at Fitzwilly’s, we met up with the group at Mad Hatter’s. We bar hopped a little, but mostly just talked and laughed and laughed and laughed.

Emil, McKinley, Matt, Justin, and Georgia
Our favorite quote of the night occurred during a conversation about “men in uniform”:

Georgia: You know who I think is hot..?…”airplane drivers.”

Lori: “You mean, pilots?”

Emil: “Sit down, airplane driver!”
(At Aggie games, the fans yell “Sit down, bus driver!” to the other team’s coach when he’s fussing at the referees.)

Justin was quick to her rescue, though. He pointed out that true geniuses forget the simplest of things. [whatever. If she's such a genius, then why'd she go to Texas Tech?]

Yeah, she’ll never live that one down.

In a recent conversation with a friend of our’s, Emil made a funny comment.
(Of course, he does that quite frequently).

[Name withheld to protect the embarassable.]

Players include
FG: friend, a girl
E: Emil
L: Lori

FG: I’m so tired. I’m going to go home, put on pajamas, and just be a vegetable.

L: I thought you said you had a bunch of things to do: laundry…pack?

FG: Yes, but after today, my brain can only do one of two things: be a vegetable or think about boys.

E: So, you’re going to be a cucumber, then?