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  • [es-pree de less-ka/-iay] (idiom) A witty remark that occurs to you too late, literally on the way down the stairs. The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations defines esprit de l'escalier as, "An untranslatable phrase, the meaning of which is that one only thinks on one's way downstairs of the smart retort one might have made in the drawing room."

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September 19, 2007

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Miss Bonnie has excellent taste in furniture.

You have an open invitation to come hang out on my couch and make-out with Slick-boy anytime...

Not to rub it in, but I totally had a session with the aforementioned furry friends recently, and it was AWESOME. It was total fuzz therapy.

I require a full de-briefing when you are up and running again

They look like they miss you, too, Claire!

Dearest Claire,

We would go and visit you in Ohio immediately for pets, like true suprrrrheros if we were not miserable beasts in the car. You are of course, terribly missed and we want to hear all about your school adventures, your Ohio life, and the mysterious Frank.

You will be happy to know that we survived the dentist. Even though, I got a tooth removed, we would never stoop so low as to not eat dry food daily and we have been raiding the dry food closet and snubbing any wet food that is bigger then a teaspoon and do not contain tuna. Those other fish are not up to par. And the feeble and disgusting attempt to wet the dry food was a ludicrous and provided lots of laughter.

Otherwise our days are filled with business -- sitting on important papers, greeting folks at the door, getting in enough naps, making messes, and tucking everyone in at night. We wish you well at school and would happily sit on you and your papers anytime you come to Chicago. You can call anytime to talk, Clyde remains silent but snuggly on the topic.

Always, Bon.

Dear Bonnie,

I am very surprised and excited that you learned to type. That’s no small feat for a cat! I’m glad that you and Clyde are well (but it doesn’t take a vet to notice Clyde’s weight problem or smelly breath, if you know what I mean…).

Steve, you are underestimating Bonnie's need to chat.

Bonnie, I wish I could visit you and Clyde! Natasha will have to double her attentions.

Briana, I'd love to meet Slick sometime.

Claire, where did you meet Bonnie and Clyde? In Chicago?

I never meet cats. In five years, I've met one dog. A teeny somnolent dog named Kush-Kush comes to every Sunday night yoga class and occasionally summons the energy to wander around and throw people off balance. But no one's stepped on him yet.

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