Peeping tomcat

This crazy cat.

He loves to watch us take baths. It's hilarious. He'll jump up on the rim of the tub and walk all the way around it, sticking his toes in the water and shaking them.

Well, tonight, he slipped.

He fell into the water right behind me, clawing frantically at the side of the tub. He couldn't get a hold and slipped so low in the water his head almost went under. By this time, I'd put down the soap bottle and was able to get my hands around him. I expected him to claw me to shreds, but he didn't ... he let me hold him (out of the water) until hubby came with an extra towel. And he didn't claw hubby when he dried him off, just laid in his arms and purred.

And after it was over ... he hopped back up on the bathtub and started making his rounds again.

I thought he was a peeping Tom, but maybe this crazy cat just likes water. LOL

On the road again

Susan, I feel your pain.

It's 8:20, I'm leaving bright and early to go pay homage to the late, great King. And I don't have a single thing packed. Nada. None. Zip...

[sigh]

I want to cram everything into one bag. It's just one night, so shouldn't be that hard. Still .. it's a matter of getting it done. What? It's only 8:22? Hey! I've got time to go to the gym!

Two week vacation

Looks like I'm getting two weeks off, and I don't know whether to do the happy dance or cry.

[sigh]

Daughter is spending a week with her aunt and cousins (something she does every summer, but still hard when she's gone), and go to VBS at their church. And on the heels of that, she's spending a week with MiMi and Pawpaw.

On one hand it'll be nice not to have to pack her lunch every day and rush to get her back and forth to daycare on time, and clean up all her little messes around the house. On the other hand, I'm going to miss packing her lunch and hearing about what she's doing at school and helping her make messes around the house.

Who knows ... maybe I can go watch a movie or two. Or go to the gym after the nursery is closed, when it's not as crowded. I might even go get a manicure after work. This is a vacation, right? :)

A classic ... NOT

If you ever wondered why Sly Stallone does best in meat-head movies, this will answer all your questions.



This classic piece of Americana is from the 80s movie "Rhinestone" with Dolly Parton. It was universally panned (shocker), and got a couple of Rasberries. And generated such country greats as "Drinkenstein."

(It's amazing what comes up in conversation at the cube farm.)

Bzz...

During our dentist visit last week, one of Dr. Polles' oral hygienists talked to me at length about electric toothbrushes. They clean your teeth better than manual brushes, she said, and really are easier to use.

Call me old fashioned, but I've always used a manual brush. But now I've got an electric one, and it's got four different attachments and all these accessories. I'm trying my best to get used to it, but it definitely is an adjustment. It's got a timer, and I swear, my head's still buzzing for several minutes after I use it. LOL

Little chef

If imitation is the greatest form of flattery, Deanna, consider yourself flattered. Your blog (and my lousy muffins) inspired me to turn over my kitchen to my 6-year-old, and give her a shot at cooking dinner.

Last night, I picked up a dozen eggs on the way home, and told daughter she was fixing dinner for the family. Her eyes lit up and she got to work. I was going to let her scramble eggs, but hubby suggested she could do omelets in a bag and she said she'd rather do that.

I put a big pot of water on to boil. She got a bowl, the eggs, a fork, salt and pepper, cheese and salsa. She had a great time breaking the eggs into the bowl, though she kept squeezing them instead of pulling the cracked shells apart. She mixed in the ingredients, and I poured each omelet into its bag.

She put them into the boiling water and I set the timer. At one minute left to go, she popped the bread in the toaster. While she was buttering the toast, I took the pot off the stove and cut each omelet out of its bag.

What a great supper! I think tonight I'll either teach her how to make sandwiches or, hey, maybe spaghetti. Doghouse just gave me another fantastic suggestion, too.

I may never cook again! This is great!!

*Special* muffins

No wonder they won't eat my cooking.

This weekend I had a craving for chocolate ... and there was none in the house. For all that I love chocolate, I had nothing in my kitchen except a chocolate chip muffin mix. That looked promising, so I got out my dishes and starting preparing it, only to find that I was out of milk. All I had was a box of Cappuccino flavored soy milk.

So I used that instead.

Ick ... those muffins tasted like I'd made them with coffee-flavored dishwater. Nobody would touch them, and I wound up digging out the gooey chocolate chips.

Oh well. Maybe I should follow Deanna's example and just let my child cook something. She couldn't do worse than I do!