When I go out running I often pass houses where there's some sort of band practice going on in the garage - at one house I can hear a kid pounding away on the drums. As we know, bands pretty much always practice at the drummer's house. So here's to all the parents of kids who want to play drums... we may be there with you in a few years.
Elvis, as I've mentioned, is our cat. He's about 17. He's too old and feeble to get excited about anything, let alone a windshield wiper. But this is in honor of this younger days when he chased his own butt and liked to be buried under comforters. Back when he could get up onto the bed. Hang in there, dude.