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"I got maybe 1mL of the liquid on [Ariel's] tongue and
then she goes absolutely, A-1, ape-shit nuts.
With mouth open wide, she shakes her head,
spraying Daddy, Mommy, Shippo (the laptop) and
the kitchen with sticky, cherry flavored liquid.
Then she shoots up Daddy like he was a kitty
kondo. Then takes off to the living room. There
Daddy finds her, hunched up and foaming like a
Labrador on a hot summer day. He grabs the
foaming kitty and I use the syringe to squirt
some water in her mouth to wash it out. She once
again shoots up Daddy and takes of to the family
room to drool profusely on the computers (you
know, where the power strips are). So Daddy
chases her out of there and she takes refuge
under the sofa." - 25 Sep 2003, Sarabi, via email |
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Meeting Sarabi and becoming friends with her was, shall we say, rather odd...
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In 1994, I was finally able to spend a semester attending Harlaxton College, in Harlaxton, a small village outside of Grantham in Lincolnshire England. That first week there was a dance/party, and I attended. Alone. (MPoetess was at Harlaxton too, but I can't remember why she didn't attend the party.) I finally walked up to this one girl and asked if she wanted to dance. I'll never in my LIFE know why. But I did. And that was that. Oh... punchline... turns out she and MPoetess had been in choir together for a year or more back at UE, and never said more than a few occasional greetings... Boy! Did that soon change! |
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When MPoetess and I left Evansville for "the Big City", yehaw, Sarabi got the opportunity to meet, and date a younger man! Shocking my dainty victorian morals, you know. (HA!) So anyway, we had to go and meet the gentleman that had gained the affections of our 'little sister'. It was Easter. He was a jerk, I mean jock. No, wait... I did mean jerk. Oh, he was okay for a while, but he turned out bad in the end. S'alright, though, now. So, there was some dumpage and some rearranging of lives and some eyes opening and finally Sarabi hooked up with Milamber, much to the delight of everyone. Especially Milamber. |
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| We met Milamber that same Easter. A new friend of Sarabi's, the unsuspecting freshman was just attending UE for a Computer Science degree. He is clumsier than an inebriated elephant in high heels. But... he's our Milamber, and we love him. I immediately adopted him and his life has been pure torture ever since... uhm, I mean he has been in our quaint little family ever since. o_0' |
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When Sarabi moved away from Indiana, out west with Sparky and K, Milamber followed her. He (*coff*finally*coff*) proposed in a TGI Fridays' parking lot and they (*coff*finally*coff*) got married. |
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| Now owning a house in a St. Louis suburb (don't ask me why or which), Sarabi graduated with a Bachelors of Science in Psychology (actually, the yearbook says that it was "Psycholoby", but we're not gonna fuss) that she doesn't use and Milamber works in corporate America's hidden tech world. He says he was once restricted to his cube for forgetting to wear his tie. -_-' |
As for Scrabble... (see how neatly I brought that around? heh heh heh) Well, I've played with Sarabi, but never Milamber... We usually play other games, like Balderdash or Trivial Pursuit or such. They won't let me and Milamber play Monopoly anymore though. They *claim* we cheat.
I say, hey, if you don't notice my pawn is on your tile, that's YOUR loss. Deal. ^-^
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