Simon's Cat

Oh, this is just too brilliant!

Simon has got cat behavior down pat.

Enjoy!

Max Wants to Go Home

So Max had to go to the vet because he had a cold.  Max, not the vet.  Anyway, the vet office is about 20 minutes away.  After Max was poked and prodded and given a shot, he wasn't too happy about another 20 minute ride home.  So he whined all the way home.  I shot this with my phone just before I parked the car. 

If I do say so myself, it's hilarious. 

Poor Max!

Every old house deserves a madman...

Most of my dining room furniture is in the kitchen.

All of my living room furniture is in the dining room.

Why?  Because my madman of an electrician and I decided to put recessed lighting in the living room.

Since I have a plaster and lath ceiling, the mess of creating holes and running wire necessitated removal of all furniture and breakable objects.

My housemate, who is nearly autistic when it comes to order and routine, is slowly coming apart at the seams because of the mess.

It doesn't bother me at all because I never got that gene.  You know, the everything in it's place, oh God, there's a speck of dust, quick get a broom gene.  Can't say that I miss not having it either.

The madman has already rewired the upstairs and added recessed lighting to the hallway.

Apparently my 80-year-old house is full of wiring that's about to ignite and burn the house down.

Sigh.

He's not really mad, by the way, he's just a little crazy and never ever on time.  Which doesn't bother me, but drives the housemate crazy.

I wonder what she'll do when I renovate the kitchen.....

mmm, Philly Pretzels....

Having no time to eat breakfast this morning, after many appointments and errands, I found myself at Wawa at 2:30, absolutely starving.

I truly wanted to avoid carbs but refused to pay $3.09 for a power bar. (Okay, sometimes I'm cheap, but really, $3.09, that's highway robbery.)

So I grab a diet iced tea and head for the cash register, then I see them...pretzels.  Yes, mmm, warm soft Philadelphia pretzels, covered in coarse salt.

I could not resist.

So I bought one.

I bit into in the car and nearly swooned.  Oh, low-carb, be damned!

Cervantes said that hunger is the best sauce but, honestly, this was heavenly.

The delicate crust that has to be bitten through, the soft doughy middle, the agreeable underlying slight sweetness mingled with the coarse kosher salt.

Ah, what a combination!

Each bite somehow surpassed the last.

I swear, if I had mustard for that pretzel, I just might have achieved satori and kicked the frame right there in the car.

Ah, Philadelphia, there's no place like home....

Christmas Comes but Once a Year...

As I see the first Christmas decorations go up, I am reminded of some previous neighbors of mine.

They were a very nice Korean couple who lived across the street and when they decorated, they put some large Christmas lights in each pane of their bay window.

In each pane, they had a large glowing candlestick with a flame on top.

Unfortunately, from across the street, at first glance, the candlesticks looked remarkably like erect penises.

Every time I saw them, I wanted to yell, "Happy Penis Day, neighbors!"