Apples and Wine

If my younger sister sends me insights into socks and coathangers, my older sister sends me a constant stream of emails like the following. I wonder if she's trying to tell me something:

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"Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.

Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.

The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right person to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the sh!t out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. "

I'll bet you didn't know....

....that socks are the larval form of coat hangers.

Which explains why the number of socks keeps going down, the the number of coat hangers keeps going up.

My sister enlightened me about this. I think it is very clever of her.

Crikey! The Crocodile Hunter is gone!

Much as Australians tended to cringe at the thought that Steve Irwin was the face of Australia to the rest of the world, its seen as nigh on a national tragedy that's he's gone.

Steve was one of those very very rare individuals whose personal energy and personality overcame all barriers and connected with prime ministers and presidents equally well as the rest of us unwashed humanity.

We'd watch his antics and self imposed near brushes with death, shake our heads and wonder when a slip was going to see him end up in hospital. But we never considered he would DIE. I fully expected to go up to Queensland some day and see one of his crocodile shows and grin at his antics. I'm not sure now that it would be worth the effort.

Although he was an Australian personality, we didn't actually see much of him here in Australia. But such have been his unobserved efforts in conservation and promoting Australia that the Queensland government is offering his family the option of a state funeral. His passing was the lead story in every newspaper, and on every news bulletin here. Everyone from the Prime Minister down has stopped to reflect on his life and the type of the person he was. The accolades are endless.

In "real life" he was apparently very much as he appeared on camera. Full of energy, full of life, boundless love for his family, and not a precious bone in his body. A genuinely nice person.

My prayers, however, are with his family. I just cannot conceive of the shock it must be for them to have such an enormous vacuume introduced into their lives so suddenly.

But his legacy is one to be proud of. One that anyone would be proud of.

Not the cat that *I* would choose....

Remember the "How to give a cat a pill" post a while ago?

Here's the cat at the SPCA afterwards.....