What is that?

One night when I was younger (pre birds & bees discussion), I woke up to the sounds of a baby crying outside my window. Maybe it was 2 babies because that's what it sounded like. Who would drop off a baby outside? I wasn't sure but I listened a little more to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was freaking out so I went out & told my parents. I was concerned as to how long it had been there. Was it hungry? Can we keep it? I always wanted a sister. My dad goes to the door and much to my dismay, he tells me that it wasn't a baby. It was 2 cats. What? What were they doing? Why did it sound like a baby crying?! He simply said they were playing & told me to go back to bed.

I was in bed & all I could think was "What game are they playing? Maybe they will be outside & I can play with them tomorrow because I love cats!!!" So young & so naive.

Favorite uncle? It's a debate

My favorite uncle, James (pictured above), is coming to town for Labor Day. Is it really my favorite uncle? Well, the debate is still out because I don't remember these alleged comments. You must know the story first.

When I was 8 or 9, we lived in Pittsburgh. My uncle Bob and his wife (at the time) came & stayed with us for a week. A few days after they left, the phone wrang & I answered. The caller said "It's your favorite uncle!!" and I allegedly said "Uncle Bob!!" and the caller said "No, your other favorite uncle".

Again, I don't remember saying these things so the jury is still out.