*sigh*. It is rather hard when you've had a good day and you come home full of things to share, only to find out that you are in the dog house for something the cat did. Something you had absolutely no control over. Something the cat had no control over. It was just one of those no-one-is-to-blame accidents. And yet, someone WILL be blamed because someone MUST be blamed because otherwise where would the victim direct their pain and anger? And since the cat cannot understand what it did (and has already been given a life-sentence of exile) YOU must shoulder the remaining animosity because there is still pain and anger galore! Oh the sulky looks... the refusal of peace offerings... the numerous "sorries" that make no difference... the expectation that you should be very apologetic and contrite and eager to make amends... except that it was the bloody CAT that did it!!
Anyway. See how the negative energy just keeps going? First the cat gets it, then I get it, then you have to read about it. Sad really.
On a positive note: today was a good day. I cleaned the house and talked to my brother on the phone and prepared a pork roast and let a beetle go free (only after a strict inspection by our local Beetle vs. Vile Unmentionables Panel was it declared by all present (myself and Cinder) that it was, in fact, a beetle and NOT a baby cockroach). I'm not sure how the roast will turn out, it gets done around midnight. I have my misgivings about it.
I also learned today that while it is NOT, in fact, possible to burn tofu, it IS in fact possible for the bottom of the square to stick to the pan over and over again so that you end up with tofu crumbles instead of tofu squares. Kind of like scrambled tofu. But crumby-er.
Tomorrow my mom and I are going down to Los Lunas. I'm going to the Amish store to buy farm-fresh raw milk, pastries, and spices. I'll probably be making damage-control stew out of the remains of the doubtful pork roast. I will try to remember to take pictures.
Anyway. See how the negative energy just keeps going? First the cat gets it, then I get it, then you have to read about it. Sad really.
On a positive note: today was a good day. I cleaned the house and talked to my brother on the phone and prepared a pork roast and let a beetle go free (only after a strict inspection by our local Beetle vs. Vile Unmentionables Panel was it declared by all present (myself and Cinder) that it was, in fact, a beetle and NOT a baby cockroach). I'm not sure how the roast will turn out, it gets done around midnight. I have my misgivings about it.
I also learned today that while it is NOT, in fact, possible to burn tofu, it IS in fact possible for the bottom of the square to stick to the pan over and over again so that you end up with tofu crumbles instead of tofu squares. Kind of like scrambled tofu. But crumby-er.
Tomorrow my mom and I are going down to Los Lunas. I'm going to the Amish store to buy farm-fresh raw milk, pastries, and spices. I'll probably be making damage-control stew out of the remains of the doubtful pork roast. I will try to remember to take pictures.
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Does anyone appreciate your sense of humor and amazing grasp of the written word? Italics, play on words, run-on-forever-dashes, parentheses within parentheses (my personal favorite, second only to the ellipses (which I overuse) but can't stop myself), boldness, double exclamations...
The list goes on and on!
My favorite line was crumby-er.
I would call you a genius but I know it would just go to your head.
Okay, how 'bout "Smarty Pants"?
if by "amazing grasp of the written word" you mean run-on sentences, over and improper use of the word "and", and my ever generous contributions to the english lexicon (i.e. "crumby-er", and "magicalness") then indeed, sir, i am most humbly flattered. ;)
Bless you for letting the beetle go free. What comes to mind is "let every breathing thing praise Jah", and "to me all the souls belong".
The way I see it is that there were three souls in the room, all enjoying life, and everyone respected each others right to life.
On the other hand, are not cockroaches the very handmaidens of Satan himself?
Then again, they could be like innocent Gypsies, misunderstood and unjustly persecuted.
Oh, one other thing I've been curious about, but was afraid to ask, since I didn't want to be the only one who didn't know what may turn out to something obvious:
What did the cat do?
Was it the stereotypical crime of cats and dogs, that of failing to make it to the Ladies' Lounge? Or is your photograph of the "fixed" blinds literal rather than symbolic? I can't imagine that your kitty was involved in "hanging paper", perhaps caught while practicing someone's signature as affixed to checks. (That is extremely rare.) Did it knock over a priceless porcelain figurine?
We once had a feline overnight visitor who knocked over and broke a low-priced porcelain figurine. That's when I embraced my firm philosophy that every cat should earn a weekly allowance, to be held in trust. That way, when they break something, they can pay for it !!!!
lol! that is a BRILLIANT idea! not only will they be able to pay for broken objects, but when they've been crabby or sulky they can make it up to me by buying me a beer.
i would tell what the cat did, but it would reveal something rather private about a third party, so i won't. suffice it to say the cat leapt before it looked, and much pain resulted (for the third party). cats just don't understand about "manly plumbing".
Ouch! Thanks alot, Blue Bakelite Radio...you and your incessant curiousity! I was completely content not knowing about third parties and manly plumbing...Now, I am in excruciating pain via my crazy imagination. Shut it off! Shut it off!
Since I left for Argentina, one of my dogs began pooping in protest by my roommate's bathroom door, and since my return has kept doing it because evidently now he loves to return to the smell of his own skata. But I can't seem to catch the wily canine in the act, and I know he'll be too stupid to get it if we return to the scene of the crime moments after. Ahhh, pets!!!!!
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