Just No End to the Hoopla
It's been a pretty cheery week. We had a birthday, first; the child's 10 now, which impresses his 6 year old niece no end (her uncle is in double digits!). Celebrated with a quiet dinner of macaroni and cheese, green beans, and goldfish bowl cake:
It impressed the hell out of the child, but it doesn't really look much like the photo I was following on the cover of Woman's Day. The alien, for one thing -- Woman's Day
didn't decorate its goldfish bowl with an alien. They had blue rock candy. I don't know where the hell they bought blue rock candy, but the alien was upstairs in the child's Lego box, so it was handy. Gives the goldfish something to do, too. Much more exciting than blue rocks.
It bothers me somewhat, though, that the cats think that the cake is as exciting as kitty treats. I think I'm going to stop snacking on it....
The cats are miffed at the moment, anyway, cause Sam caught their mouse and put it out the front door. They're still looking for it. They shouldn't have brought it upstairs, though; all that running around and scuffling and diving under the dresser alerted me, and I was quick to discover that the dust bunny Dara was hauling around in his mouth was actually hanging off the back end of a mouse.
I was all for letting the kittens have the mouse (though now that I think of it, Dara never kills anything; he hunts, but he seems to think he's a soft-mouthed hound, and not a Siamese cat), but Sam did it a favor.
Other than that, it's been a quiet night. Unlike last night, which was enlivened by the 7th Pittsburgh Blogfest. No mice, dead or alive (and a good thing, too!), but lots of conversation, laughing, and good eats.
That afternoon I walked into my Gender in Contemporary Theater class, and discovered a student in the front row to be wearing a t-shirt saying "I don't want to hear about your stupid blog."
"I want to tell you," I said, "that your t-shirt will in NO WAY affect your grade." She looked pretty perturbed for a while there. Who'd have thought your English prof kept a blog. Ha, ha ha!
Careful with the t-shirts; you never know who's in front of them.
Maybe tomorrow I'll wear my "I'm blogging this" t-shirt.
What I'd like for the next Blogfest, though, is a t-shirt that says, "I don't want to talk about my stupid blog." That'll confuse everybody.
It impressed the hell out of the child, but it doesn't really look much like the photo I was following on the cover of Woman's Day. The alien, for one thing -- Woman's Day
didn't decorate its goldfish bowl with an alien. They had blue rock candy. I don't know where the hell they bought blue rock candy, but the alien was upstairs in the child's Lego box, so it was handy. Gives the goldfish something to do, too. Much more exciting than blue rocks.
It bothers me somewhat, though, that the cats think that the cake is as exciting as kitty treats. I think I'm going to stop snacking on it....
The cats are miffed at the moment, anyway, cause Sam caught their mouse and put it out the front door. They're still looking for it. They shouldn't have brought it upstairs, though; all that running around and scuffling and diving under the dresser alerted me, and I was quick to discover that the dust bunny Dara was hauling around in his mouth was actually hanging off the back end of a mouse.
I was all for letting the kittens have the mouse (though now that I think of it, Dara never kills anything; he hunts, but he seems to think he's a soft-mouthed hound, and not a Siamese cat), but Sam did it a favor.
Other than that, it's been a quiet night. Unlike last night, which was enlivened by the 7th Pittsburgh Blogfest. No mice, dead or alive (and a good thing, too!), but lots of conversation, laughing, and good eats.
That afternoon I walked into my Gender in Contemporary Theater class, and discovered a student in the front row to be wearing a t-shirt saying "I don't want to hear about your stupid blog."
"I want to tell you," I said, "that your t-shirt will in NO WAY affect your grade." She looked pretty perturbed for a while there. Who'd have thought your English prof kept a blog. Ha, ha ha!
Careful with the t-shirts; you never know who's in front of them.
Maybe tomorrow I'll wear my "I'm blogging this" t-shirt.
What I'd like for the next Blogfest, though, is a t-shirt that says, "I don't want to talk about my stupid blog." That'll confuse everybody.
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