1. The verdict on the pie – delicious. Or at least everyone in my office seemed to like it. One coworker noted that it’s as if the mouth can’t figure out what it is – is it chocolate? Is it pumpkin? I simply noted that here is a pumpkin pie I can finally eat, even if it does have to be in very, very teeny pieces (even with the chocolate there is only so much squishiness I can stand in a food).
2. This evening Rosie resumed her staring position right in front of the dishwasher. The rational part of my brain me thinks maybe we ought to pull it out and see what’s back there. the rest of my brain is currently telling the rational part to shut up and go away.
3. I hate my sinuses. Richard hates his lungs. We are having a lovely organ-hating pity party together this week.
4. Why is it that if a cat can be trained to use piddle and poop in a litter box, they cannot also be convinced to yark hairballs in a litter receptacle as well? Seriously. Ick.
Posted for NaBloPoMo.
Ummm … hate to point out the obvious, but sinus cavities ain’t organs. Hope that you both get better soon!
And yes, I’d like to know more about what’s under/ behind the dishwasher. It could be the Great Crawford Murder Mystery of 2007 …
If you find a way to get them trained on the hairball front I beg you to share it…really!
Congrats on the pie! And I’m I’m a bit of an organ pity party empathizer. Just try not to let more than one pout at a time!