Cats, Mice, Parfume De' Garlique, and Fed Ex Drivers

That's what my day has been full of. My cat (whom my sister does not have a very high opionion of), couldn't make up his mind about whether he wanted to be in -- or out -- all day long. He would cry by the door... and cry... and cry. Then when I let him out, five minutes later, he'd be crying piteously outside the door, begging to be let back in. So I'd let him in. Then about five minutes after THAT, he'd want to go out again. *sigh* And so it went on all day.

However, aside from the workout the cat put me through from going to and from the door, I also managed to mke a lovely spaghetti sauce, complete with fresh garlic, and the kitchen smelled heavenly; except now my hands smell like garlic, and no matter how many times I wash them, it won't go away. I guess I have the consolation that vampires, should they really exist, will leave me alone.

Another thing when making spaghetti sauce: When simmering it on the stove, do NOT leave a spoon in the pot while the lid is on. Spaghetti sauce... splatters, and it doesn't matter if MOST of the lid is on the pan, if a small crack exists for the sauce to escape, it will jump through and happily decorate your walls, floor and stove. While red is a vibrant and cheery color, I'd rather tomato sauce NOT decorate my kitchen.

I did manage to escape the small chaos in the kitchen; the cat decided it was too cold to stay outside and slunk off to the bedroom to bask lazily in the luxury of my warm bed. Thankfully, I remembered to get gas (petrol) in the car before I went to work; I pulled in the gas station and the car shut off. I guess that's a good place to run out of gas; I've run out of gas on pretty deserted stretches of highway and that is just not fun, no matter now Polly-Anna like you are in your thinking.

And so I have (fortunately) made it back to work, and back to the office that I seem to share with a little mouse, as there is not trap in place that I can see. And back to the incessantly ringing phone and beeping intercom (that I should answer) and the friendly banter with all drivers.

One of the drivers, the Fed Ex guy, was bemoaning the fact that he had eaten too much Pizza and was now feeling quite drowsy. Now, I'm not only drowsy, but I'm also craving Pizza. While all these spontaneous food cravings should worry me, apparently I have a few pounds to go before it becomes a major concern. The other day, my friend's room mate told me I was so skinny I could hula hoop with a Cheerio (For my non-American Blog readers, a Cheerio is not a farewell, but a donut shaped grain cereal, which is hollow in the center and about 1 cm in diameter; unless, since it is a circle, I should give the radius which is... never mind). Even Barbie is not that skinny, although she might be able to wear a Cheerio as an ankle bracelet. However, on second thought, that would only happen if the Cheerios were pink... Fruit loops, perhaps? I'm feeling pretty loopy myself. :P