Life as an Extreme Sport

Tuna Tuesday*: “Zeus, You’re Being Such a Butthead!”

One of the worst things you could tell me, when I was a teenager, was that we all grow up to become our parents. Actually, becoming my father wasn’t that bad an idea – my dad is funny, snarky, has a fantastically contagious laugh, and he made me the geek I am today. But oh, becoming Mom? Full body shivers and complete denial. I would never become my mother. Ever. Over my dead body. Thankfully, it didn’t take her dead body for me to realize that I am my mother’s child, as much as I am my father’s child. It was a slow revelation that crept up on my in my early 20s, as I made peace with my parents and the hormones and crankiness of the teen years flushed out of my system. Of course, being difficult, I noticed the negative traits first. Anyone who has ever noticed that

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Tuna Tuesday: Times You Don’t Want to Wash a Cat

“Hey, Kelly? Weren’t you supposed to start writing about a week ago, give or take?” “Why yes, Anonymous Internet Voice, I was!” “Well, you didn’t. Why not?” “It’s a bit of a story, Anonymous Internet Voice, but pull up a virtual chair and I’ll tell you all about it…” Okay, cutesy conceit dropped, but the point remains. I was supposed to write. I didn’t write. What the hell happened to writing? Well, a record heatwave for this early in the season turned me into a puddle of Not Doing. I don’t have central air in my apartment, and only my bedroom has A/C. (In this photo, Toledo is helpfully illustrating that it’s so hot all his bones melted.) In fact, it was so hot that, when I wasn’t trying to keep myself cool, I was trying to cool down the cats. However, I discovered that a wet clothe on the

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