I finally lost my top teeth

Well, obviously, in light of the title of this post, I finally lost my two top teeth. Man did I ever not like having them in there all loose and wiggly. I kept biting down on the bottom teeth, and let me tell ya, that HURTS. (a lot) I mean, seriously, that hurts. (a lot) I keep all of my teeth instead of giving them to the Tooth Fairy. I mean, who needs any quarters? One just started bleeding one day and I pulled on it (didn't hurt) and a miracle -- it came out! A week later I was pushing the other one back and I heard something crack, and of course I put my finger up to my tooth, and when I took my finger out of my mouth, it was red! So of course I had to go to the bathroom and start drinking water and spitting it out. (to get all the blood out of my mouth) And all of the sudden, I could wiggle it almost in a 360 and turn it so the cutting edge was facing out! And I could turn it sideways. And then I pulled on it, gently of course, because I didn't want it to hurt too much, and it didn't hurt, it didn't bleed, and it came out! (Was I ever happy!)

This is from when my grandma accidentally put blue Dawn in the Jet Dry part of the dishwasher. In which case, my had to take a turkey baster and flood the dishwasher to get the blue Dawn out. And well, my cats like watching my mum. (I've have a fourth one -- her name is Phoebe).

Alya and Emi have grown, grown, grown

My two cats Ayla and Emerson are both very much bigger now. (I'm not mentioning any names, Emerson). Ayla is now jumping really high. And Emerson has, well, ripped apart millions of mice (not the real kind). Emi weighs 3 or 4 pounds more than Ayla. THE END