Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my cool cats!  How are you?  We’re having a chilly summer.  I wonder if our grass will go brown in August.  Maybe not this year.  Everything is growing very well except at a few flooded out spots.  But already I dread next winter.  The last one made an impression.  When did Wisconsin move to the arctic? Who do I complain to?

Climate change is probably the result of humans poisoning our environment.  If it is, does anyone know how to set things “right?”  Just cutting back on emissions won’t do it.  It took millions of years for our atmosphere to form.  We ruined it in a hundred years or so.  I hope that Mr. Stephen Hawkings or some other super brain figures it out.  If not, we might be out of luck and soon living in igloos.

The political climate is poisonous, too.  All that hot air hurts the atmosphere.

Last week, Señor Zanza suddenly announced the arrival of his children for a visit.  11 boys mad 4 girls.  I didn’t know what to think: “So, he’s married.  Or maybe he’s divorced and doesn’t have many visitation rights.”

Whatever the reason, there were 15 children who we had to take care of for now.  Where would they sleep?  Señor Zanza kindly offered to take his car out of our garage so his children could sleep there.  Before I could object, all of his kids were out there, having a ball.

I finally got some time alone with Señor Zanza.  I asked him about the children and his martial status.  He vowed to the gods above that all of the children were from pervious marriages, now deceased or divorced. 

Oh my, I’m terribly mixed-up and hurt now.  My eyes are blurring from tears and I can’t see the screen.  I’m going to cut this short.

Thank you for taking time from your busy day to visit with me.  I always appreciate visitors.

What’s next in technology?  Ask: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Enjoy the weather, Irregulars.  Be careful. School is out and everyone is into full summer fun mode.  Vaginate!