Dr: "Do you have pets?"
Me: "Yes." And in that fraction of a moment I frantically tried to figure out how I was going to tell Kathryn and Jon that we have to get rid of them all because I assumed she was going to tell me I'd developed some horrible allergy to all of them - just by looking in my ear.
Dr: "Are any of them black?"
Me: "Yes" I say - now thinking it's a trick question and she's actually just looking at my white t-shirt which has black fur on it and the animals MAY just have a chance at life but that I may be dead.
Dr: "That's what I thought!"
Dr: "You have a two pieces of animal hair sitting right on the membrane of your ear drum."
Me: "I'm sorry - did you just tell me I have a hairball?"
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I always think of how much there is to do and how many days, full or partial, I have to get it all done. So, I say there are three days until we leave. I'm always one to throw a wet blanket on the fun! Others I know would count the number of "sleeps" until we leave: 2 sleeps.
No matter how you count it, we leave for Florida on Thursday!
Monday, March 23, 2009
I needed a dessert with things I had in the pantry (Thank you, Carole!) We made a few modifications; we don't like nuts so we added Heath Crunch Chips and Butterscotch Chips - um, YUM!
And the assistant was happy to have a function that allowed her to nibble at the fixings. For the record, kitties DO like coconut almost in an Al Pacino / Scarface kinda way! Sorry no photo but I'm sure your imagination is doing just fine.
Jon, pretty much knowing that all the buttons were being pushed this past weekend, came to the rescue on Saturday night by doing all the things that needed to be done for a recipe that requires overnight marinating. Our family favorite, Chicken Marbella, was ready to just pop into the oven and go Sunday afternoon.
Sounds like a lot of fuss for just one guy on his 79th birthday doesn't it. But he's worth it and looks to me like he's pretty darn happy about it too.
Happy Birthday Papa Jim!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
It never occurred to me to find her a cookbook - what Italian cookbook wouldn't have a basic Alfredo sauce in it? But she found it on her own and and made Three Cheese Tortellini Alfredo for dinner all on her own.
According to dad, it was perfect! I didn't need to eat it to know that!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Jon moved the bird feeders to just outside my kitchen window this past weekend. I've spent quite a bit of time watching these two snack, bicker, and flap in the snow today. Yes. It is snowing today. That is all I'm saying about that. These two are the only ones around right now. Or, I guess there could be several "couples" that just come when no other "couples" are around. But I like my story better. This is their favorite restaurant. They love the scenery and the coziness; this is "their" feeder.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
What a girl. She came through. Here is the magazine.
Here is the sweater Guinifer and I want to make. So badly in fact that we put poor Mrs. Pao through all that stuff outlined above. Purty ain't it? But then she has to go and do all this extra stuff - like pack the box full of stuff that's really great and special and thoughtful and turns out, perfect for two people to share!
Like the dark chocolate candy - Guinifer got it.
There was another cat toy - a painted ping-pong ball, but Sammy lost that about 5 minutes after opening the box.
Yes, it's sad when wonderful people live so far away. But then if they lived close, you'd never have the opportunity to get cool packages from them. Or to brainstorm even cooler return packages FOR them. Thanks Sam! We loved EVERYTHING!
Monday, March 09, 2009
Jon, being VERY brand loyal (every once in a while, just for grins, we play count the SONY A/V components) having done due diligence upon the expiration of the lease on momma's former car (of the same make and model) took the family to the car store. And then momma, being the spoiled baby that she is, got to bring this home.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Like Guinifer, working on her gozillionth pair of socks.