This happened a while ago:
Nicole: I totally saw John Kerry at a restaurant last night.
Nicole: Well, I thought it was John Kerry. Then he and his friends sat down at a table near Claudia and I and I realized he looked nothing like him. At ALL. And he was Spanish. They sounded like they were from Spain.
Nicole: And he kept going "VRRRRRRRMMMMMMM", over and over. And I started laughing and I couldn't stop.
Nicole: Yeah. And just when I calmed down, he did it again. We almost died.
Nicole: HAH! YES! So I learned that John Kerry is really a Spanish lawnmower impersonator.
Nicole got into her first choice college. YAY NICOLE.
*eyes Gato, who is meowing for food* It occurs to me that if cats ever figure out how to work doorknobs and/or can openers, the human race is done for.
Alex just went FLYING past, yelling "AUGH GET AWAY GET AWAY!", with the cat close on his heels. Seconds later, the cat ran back the other way, with Alex chasing it with a stick. I swear, this house is equal parts sitcom, improv comedy, and cartoon.