Nothing to do with a chain of command and "protecting" the higher ups (or them protecting themselves).
There was a commercial on today for "23 And Me" - the company that does DNA testing. Stephanie is somewhat convinced that I have Cuban blood in me, based mostly on old photos of my Father. She thought it would be good for me to take a DNA test.
When I was little, my sisters used to tell me that a Gypsy threw me up on the porch and then ran like hell. The inference, of course, was: even the people who were rumored to "steal babies" couldn't deal with me. ;-)
As I grew up, I went from resenting being told that to understanding that the whole "Gypsy theory" would explain my reasonable normality. If I were to do a DNA test and find out that I am related, it would completely mess with my plausible deniability.
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Regular readers here know that we are cat people. It was our sweet daughter that led us down that path, when she got to pick a kitten out when she was 10 years old. Stephanie is a carrier of the crazy cat lady gene. Through strict monitoring by Dan, Joan, and me, we are able to keep her kitty collecting in check. They have 3 cats, and Steph is missing her fur babies. Well, it may be the fact that Rufus is SO good-looking and SO sweet, but Steph just wants to hold him at any opportunity.
Not bragging, but I am Rufus's person: he follows me around, he sits with me, he is my "security detail" when I use the bathroom. Tonight, knowing that Steph will be leaving tomorrow, I handed Rufus off to Steph... and he stayed for a while...
Everybody's happy.
:-)
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