Dear Quentin,

I put it off until tonight. I had been warned, and avoided seeing Kill Bill until I couldn't contain my curiosity. Your career as an original and important artist is over. I hate to say this, my dearest Quentin.......
I am leaving you. We're finished. You suck.

Cracked Pot

Normally anyone who sends me an email that is an obvious or suspected FWD gets put on my block list, but this one came from Dad, and of course I had to open it. 

The Cracked Pot

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."

"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers.

Thanks, Dad.

My sister, the cereal killer.

Shnarff! says: you know, Scott Peterson is a pretty good looking guy, good looking people aren't suppossed to be mental

Shnarff! says:
lol

Allison says:  that's not true, a lot of psychos are good looking. Ted Bundy was known as a hunk too

Shnarff! says: i was thinking about that

Shnarff! says: sigh... maybe I am going to be a Cereal Killer cause I am sooo damn cute, and crazy

Allison says: you would definitely be a Cereal Killer, cause you're not evil enough to be a Serial Killer. 

Allison says: DEATH!! DEATH TO CAPTAIN CRUNCH

Shnarff! says:  exactly! Look out Tony the Tiger

Shnarff! says: just follow your nose, it always knows

Shnarff! says:  the scent of death, where ever it goes

Shnarff! says:  you have heard the band Green Jello haven't you

Allison says: nope

Shnarff! says:  they did a song called Cereal Killer, it was a bunch of cereal commercial catch phrases as told by Tucan Sam the serial killer

This sickness is obviously genetic.