Year of the Tiger

Happy Lunar New Year!  This past weekend was the Korean New Year, and guess what?  It's the Year of the Tiger.  My Uncle T filled me in on that bit of trivia.  Well, it's trivia for a normal person but not for a person who happens to own a tiger.  That would be me.  I told Locke about this coincidence, and I shouldn't have.  His ego is now ten times as large as the largest prey he eats.  And, naturally, this tends to annoy me, especially when I'm not quick-witted enough to bring down his arrogant remarks.  Lately, tearing apart his ego has become a bit more challenging, as I'm currently cutting some teeth.  "Cutting" describes this process perfectly.  Just imagine two razor-sharp, porcelain-like pieces ever so slowly cutting their way through the gums.  Well, maybe they're not razor-sharp, but they're pretty darn sharp.  Now, imagine a tiger spouting off egotistical remarks every nanosecond that I'm dealing with this excruciating process.  This tiger is lucky that I took after my dad and have plenty of patience. 

After sharing this "new year" tidbit with Locke, he insists that I should be honored to give up my pack n' play bed and let him sleep there.  Honor, schmonor....  Fat chance.  He's lucky to be sleeping at the foot of my pack n' play and not on some street vendor's cart in Songtan.

Well, I'm off to the commissary with Mom.  She's been promising some "YoBaby" yogurt, and the commissary might just have some in stock this time. 

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  1. UnknownFebruary 19, 2010 at 9:46 AM

    I should have thought that Locke would already have been aware of the Year of the Tiger insomuch as he is probably a chinaman himself!

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  2. JackpackFebruary 23, 2010 at 2:48 PM

    Yeah, you'd think. But, he was born a poor..rurruhrurruh...child, if you know what I mean. (Don't want to offend folks who haven't seen "The Jerk") You'll have to excuse his ignorance.

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