So I say a little while ago:
"so my little poptart, anything pithy for me?" and she replies
"OY the pressure! And how can I think when you call me POPTART?"
In other bizarre news, and I bet you visit me to read all the bizarre news, YES the little hamster passed through my dreams, writing something in a notebook and then I was dreaming me and the poptart went to Texas because Farmer's Wife's husband is my brother-in-law and south Texas is all snowy and hilly just like here.....well anyway.