cake servers, smoking teenagers, and rats

Finally, a cake server for foot fetishists. Or shoe fetishists. We aren't really sure because we're not familiar with either one, but we suppose that if you look at a cake server as a glorified trowel, a shoe would be a step up. (Sorry.)

In other news, a study out of North Carolina indicates that R-rated movies only make white kids smoke. Black kids smoke more than white kids, but they at least are thinking for themselves. I guess.

For this morning's entertainment, I looked into what it would take to have pet rats. I found out that you can litter-train them, and girl rats don't scent-mark like boy rats, so we're all good to go with a pair of girl rats, except for that thing where we'd develop a huge sensitivity to them or their stuff, so it would probably be a short association.

On the home front, scrubbing the mattress springs with Bon Ami made them better, but not ok. There's still an oil on the parts you can't reach easily, so we're going to try spraying them with TSP this time, and maybe looking for some that were cleaner to start with.