Insanely Random
Oh my word — random would be the word of the day around here. I can’t even begin to explain the joys of my randomness. Hence, I merely bring you my random thoughts and events.
- This morning, Duke and I were playing “this little piggie…” He has his own version: “This little piggies goes to Grandmother’s House, this little piggie goes to market; this little piggie eats hanburger and french fries, this little piggie goes wah-wah all the way home.” Um, he thinks this is too funny for words.
- In related randomness, did you know that I was in my THIRTIES before I knew that the piggie going to market wasn’t going to a supermarket to buy the roast beef for the other little piggie? Sad isn’t it?
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My youngest cat attempted to hack up a fur ball on my middle cat — from the top of the cat tree. Let me let the mental image of that soak in for a minute. My youngest was sitting on the top of the cat tree, when he began to retch. My middle cat was one rung down and directly under a retching cat. She looks up at the retching one with total disdain like, “there is NO way you are going to hack on me”; Yawns; and then (and only then) calmly scoots out of the way. The youngest then actually hacks and said fur ball falls 4 feet straight down on the arm of my couch. Neither Prince nor I could stop laughing. Then I, being the good one, cleaned it up.
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More kitty fun. We are sound asleep one night this week with the windows open and I hear what sounds like twoof the cats going through their night crazies in our window. I get up
killshootseparate gently the cats, only to find the youngest (again, he’s such the troublemaker) nose to nose through the window screen with a neighborhood feral cat. Um, I may have witnessed the world’s ONLY cat fight through window screen. I closed the windows, while the other cat looked at me like “what? Did I do something wrong? There is NO way this is *MY* fault.” My cat however pranced all around the house like “Oh, yes, I WON that fight.” - Finally, not cat related, we bought a grill for Father’s Day. I’m totally enjoying the steaks and not heating up my kitchen for them. I didn’t enjoy the hauling the 200 pound beast up a flight of stairs; the going to buy the can of propane only to realize I left the house with NO wallet; or the ‘discussion’ over the placement of the grill. Frankly, I thought my other suggestion worked just fine (after he rejected my first 3 suggestions), but Prince didn’t think it would fit or work so well up there — oh well — it WAS an option.
July 2nd, 2007 at 7:43 pm
#2: What do you mean, it wasn’t going there for the roast beef?!!
#5: If I’d had any idea how much cooking my husband was going to be doing as soon as we got our grill, we’d have gotten it wayyyy earlier. Um, and then there was that day (back in NH, with our children too little to remember and blab on me later) when the hubby decided *I* needed to operate said grill, too. Uh uh. No way. Your territory, dude, you can’t pull me into this one.
He insisted. Dinner wasn’t getting cooked, and I finally caved. Did what he said, nada. Then he goes, well, did you push the start button?
Oh this one? And I push it.
Which is how I ended up at my hairdresser’s the next day, stinking to high heaven, asking her, what can you do to make this look on purpose? I’d had a fireball blow up in my face, with my glasses somehow protecting my eyes. That was a sight I never want to see again. And burning hair REEKS.
Let the hubby do the he-man art out there, I say. (No, I never grilled again. You think I’m crazy? I can play fire with fire.)
July 3rd, 2007 at 6:43 am
ROFLMAO!!! I can SO picture your cat at the top of the cat tree and hurling down on those below. Zipper did it once from the top of a 7 ft bookcase. The sound of ‘unconsumed’ catfood hurled from a height of 7 feet and landing on carpet can not be described. It’s a sound that WILL get my butt out of bed in a hurry. I also had to get the ladder out of the garage to clean up any leftovers on top of the bookcase. D*mn cat.