Me: Zoe likes to chase cats. But she’ll learn her lesson.
AJ: That’s right. Cats have pointy ends.
Me: Five of them.
Me: You know that if they could, they’d evolve spikes on their tails. Like dinosaurs.
AJ: They’d also want to fly. And shoot fire out of their mouths.
Just now, I solved a household mystery. I wish I hadn’t.
Our refrigerator stinks, badly. I had assumed there was something rotten in there and cleaned it out earlier this week (taking the shelves out and washing them is next) only to discover that the smell was worse tonight. Bwuh?
Poking around, I had an idea, and I pulled one of the crisper drawers all the way out. out. There it was–a puddle on the floor of the refrigerator, a blackish brownish sludgy mess that I tried not to look at, let alone smell. I don’t know what it is. I’m best off not thinking about it or how it got there.
Now I can’t sleep because I can’t figure out what it is, how it got there, how to make sure this never happens again, and how the hell I’m going to clean it up tomorrow.
I’ve never understood how it is that I’m the only person I know who knows how to load a dishwasher. Now you do, too.
Kate and I had been making separate plans to get up at, as AJ would call it, “o’dark stupid” and go to the gym before work, and this morning we combined forces and went together. By which I mean “she knocked on my door and got me out of bed at 6:00.”
It went pretty well, I think. I think next time I’m going to leave later so I can have coffee beforehand. Usually I stumble out of bed and toward the coffee grinder first thing, and I hadn’t gone without in a long time so I forgot how cranky (and specifically impatient) an extended period awake without caffeine can make me. I have no patience with anyone…or, worse still at the gym, with myself.