Lots of Thoughts

Some random thoughts:

When I cook (be it rather infrequently), I always include a little something extra in every recipe.  I'm sure your first thought is "love" but that's actually not it.  It's cat hair.  I don't intentionally add it in, but somehow it is everywhere.  If ever I have a major bowel obstruction or respiratory distress, I'm sure the scans will reveal a thick lining of cat hair in my pipes.  Once again, I have made us sound like extremely desirable dinner hosts.

In other news, I feel a bit of uncomfortable guilt tonight.  I was searching around for some dinner to drink and the only thing I could find to mix with vodka was the kids' juice.  P.S. I'm not an alcoholic, I just chose to use my calories on liquid tonight.

Perhaps this does nothing to support my claims of non-alcoholism, but this morning I had a hankering for some of that Tastefully Simple Beer Bread (I hope to get some kick-backs from this free advertising) but all we had was expensive, imported beer that could not be wasted on cooking.  Fortunately, I was going to my mom's house and I remembered she had some cheap cans of MGD they use for boiling brats.  I grabbed one and off the kids and I went to run errands.  While we were at the gas station, I felt a bit uncomfortable about having a can of beer rolling around on the front seat, so I stuffed it into my purse and of course, forgot about it.  Hours later, I was at the local beauty school getting a $10 haircut that took 2 hours (but still required Mark to cut several stray pieces she missed); I opened my purse to pay.  What should pop out?  How about a giant can of cheap beer!  I gave an impish smile and mumbled something about cooking, though I don't think she believed me since I was wearing a "Red Stripe" (Jamaican beer) t-shirt.  

And last story to share... of course this takes place at Sam's Club, where all my greatest moments happen.  So far, I haven't mentioned all that many of Marina's antics but the list is growing quickly.  She is a funny, crazy girl with devious ways.  At Sam's, she sat in the front of the cart while I pushed.  For whatever reason, she felt the overwhelming urge to grab onto the front of my shirt with two hands and yank down.  On this particular day, I wasn't wearing my usual trashy t-shirt.  I was wearing an adult-looking shirt that was stretchy and gathered.  When she yanked, the entire front of my body popped out (including my bra-covered 'boobies', as Eli calls them).  I quickly righted myself and scolded her.  She did it not once but two more times during that shopping trip.  I didn't even get any free groceries out of it...

And that's all folks.