Okay, so actually the tower o' scratching and climbing fun for the cats (or should I say cat, since Emily has yet to touch the thing, though Edgar races up and down it and hangs off the side of it and sleeps at the top of it-- which probably greatly contributes to Emily's avoidance of it) has a far more concrete existence than my lackadaisical attempts at re-birthing my blog. But today is the first day of a new year (Happy New Year!) and, accordingly, I will endeavor to begin again. (poor old Michael Finnegan)

My warning to anyone who needs to be cautious about what words or topics they read via the Internet (and you know who you are): I'm not going to edit this for a level 3 clearance. Or even level 2. I'm just not going to edit this. Given the months that have passed since I last posted here, this shouldn't be an issue. You've all given up on me, and I'm not going to tell you I've started blogging again. But just in case.

What do these three things have in common: a snowstorm in Florida, a hula hoop with a nail in it, and the U.S.S. Adams?

Think about it. Don't read on yet. I'll give you the answer (because if I wait until a later post, then it will appear on the actual blog page above the question and that's not very fun). Think hard. It stumped me.

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(more blank space... are you thinking?)

Given up? Figured it out? It must be one or the other, because here's the answer:
They're all navel (or naval) destroyers.
Ponder that for a while.