'Do not let in white cat. It isn't live here.' by Kara
Monday, February 25, 2008 at 7:01 AM

I'm now 27. That's a bit of a so-what birthday, as far as I'm concerned. Unless you're Weird Al. My Weird Uncle just came back from Arizona and brought me a shirt with a picture of the Painted Desert on it. He's been doing that of late -- bringing me shirts from places he's been -- which I love, because he goes to some pretty crazy places.

I don't know what 'being 27' is supposed to feel like, so I'm not sure if I feel 27. I probably don't. I've always felt like I'm about 12 and I'm just playing at having a job and going out places with my friends (who are also 12).

On a more serious note: the Co-Writer with the Bluest Liver lost Nigel, her oldest hedgehog, recently. He was three years old -- and yes, he was Humphrey's father, although of a far better temperament. It's sad to see him go ... but she took excellent care of him, and he lived a good life (more than a lot of hedgehogs get).

Finally ... I want Steve Martin to host the Oscars again.

If you have been, I'm repeating myself.