This morning, on our way to work, Marc says to me:
"You know, maybe you wouldn't think you need to diet if we didn't go to Rigatonis (Italian restaurant) once a week."
"Are you saying I'm FAT???"
"No, I'm saying that you have the PERCEPTION that you are, because we go there so often."
"Sure, whatever. I like how you brought that up after looking at my gut."
How Real Cats Do It
Last night I was at the animal shelter for the TVAR (Tri Valley Animal Rescue) med clinic. We were working on the cats when someone said that the shelter cat (named, appropriately, Mouse) had been playing with a mouse in the storage room and had left it, half-dead, in the middle of the floor.
I went to check it out (of course), and sure enough, the mouse was just lying there, like it was sleeping. We didn't know what to do with it, so the other girl and I just grabbed a food bowl and a hamster wheel, and we pushed the mouse into the bowl. It barely moved, the poor thing. Then we took it outside and put it on the lawn. It probably died, but none of us had the heart to finish it off quickly.
Then later in the evening, Mouse showed up with yet another mouse in her mouth. She dropped it, and the mouse started scurrying around, and all the women started screaming. Then she caught it again, and the last thing I saw was her walking out with the mouse in her mouth. So gross.
Hey Bonnie:
Take this advice from a veteran of nearly 30 years: always listen to your husband. Husband knows best and they are always right.
TGO