This afternoon, Sheeba was curled up on my lap while I played on the computer. Ken came in from mowing the lawn, and this conversation took place:
Me: Sheeba, your ears are hot!
Sheeba: I'm a hot cat.
Me: Yes, you are.
Sheeba: And you're a tin roof.
Me: [laughing] Good one, Sheeba!
Ken: Sheeba, you're so smart!
Have I mentioned that Sheeba's voice sounds eerily similar to Ken's? And when Ken is away, it sounds like mine.
I know. We're weird.
Speaking of Ken being away, he's off to Denver this afternoon. Waaah, Ricky! It's only for a couple of days, though, and he'll be back late Tuesday night. You can read about his trip if you'd like--it involves planning for a pandemic. Odd, considering my recent entry on pandemic plague! (I'd actually forgotten that what this trip was about.) While he's gone, I'll keep the home fires burning, I'll leave a light on, AND I'll hold down the fort!
I will also be cooking my Ken-is-on-a-business-trip special, Eggplant Parmigiana. I got a beauty yesterday, along with some fresh mozzarella. Yummmmm.
Last night we watched women's Olympic weight-lifting. We were cheering for the Samoan woman, but she dropped out. Republic of Korea won it, and she lifted...get this...a little over 400 pounds, setting a new world record. Good God! That's way more than Ken and I combined!! And Sheeba, too! It was surprisingly fun to watch, but we couldn't help but let our inner 5th-graders loose as the commentators spoke of the snatch and the clean-and-jerk. I'm sorry, but hearing, "And she's got the snatch...and she's holding it!" makes me giggle! I know, I know. Very juvenile. I got to the point where I said, "MAN, I wish they'd stop saying that!"
I've gotten plenty of suggestions for Club Crouton, and I'll be compiling them all into an entry soon. I've gotten some serious giggles out of it--there are some really clever ones! Let your Muse take wing, and leave a comment, replacing a word in a song with the word "crouton."
More later, I'm sure!