Charmed

The handsome one has a brother with three children – two girls and a boy, Matthew age 7, Dejohna age 8, & Dejanara age 9. Can you imagine life in their household? I cannot.

Anyway, we had dinner with the kids and my in-laws tonight before Handsome and I began our trek home. The kids were their usual selves, albeit even more talkative than normal, if that’s possible. They have a cute nickname for Handsome – Uncle Blowfish. I have long since forgotten where they came up with this name, but they’ve used it for several years.

Tonight, Uncle Blowfish was being extra silly with the kids, and they started calling him Uncle Stinky-fish. Which made all three of them crack up like it was the funniest thing any of them had ever heard.

Later, as we were saying our goodbyes, Matty looked up at me and said, “we’ll call you Aunt Angelfish.” And with that, he stole my heart.

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Thanksgiving

“You’re making the house smell wonderful,” said the handsome one as he descended the stairs. At which time he began to eat the cookie dough. And then the cookies. I’m so thankful that he loves me and my cooking!

Baking is my favorite part of the holidays. In fact, I love to bake any time, for any reason, but I rarely make time to do it. It’s one of my greatest joys, second only to sharing my cooking with the people I love.

So, tonight, it’s White Chocolate Pumpkin Cookies and Pumpkin Squares (think Lemon Bars, only Pumpkin)!

Finicky

I bought Trixie a new catnip mouse at the grocery store tonight. It’s cute in red velvet with big ears and whiskers. BUT, when I tossed it to her, she reacted somewhat differently than I had hoped.

She sniffed and walked away, uninterested. The cat way of saying, “you might as well have gotten me socks for Christmas.”

Update: Ten minutes later, she’s walking around with it in her teeth. Like she, personally, chased and killed it. See what I mean by finicky?

Resigned Indignation

Last night we had ravioli in marinara sauce for dinner. The handsome one was helping set the table, carting out napkins, condiments, and plates of food. What a perfect man!

Then, he took his own plate to the table with a canned soda in his hand. As he sat down, he dropped the soda. Right. In. The. Middle. Of. His. Plate.

SPLAT!

And he stared at it. Red sauce all over the table, soda can covered in it. One ravioli was perched precariously on the edge. He stared in resigned indignation. And I busted, laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

Then he laughed, too. So, we cleaned it up and reheated his meal. And laughed about it for the rest of the night.

Resigned Indignation – the annoyed acceptance of unfair, undesireable, but inevitable events

Trixie

My kitty cat snores. And it is the cutest thing in the whole world. She’s sleeping next to me, all curled up on the sofa. Do cats dream?

I’ve been out all week on a business trip, and the handsome one tells me she missed me. How sweet. But, when I got home from the office today, all she did was meow at me. Not the cute, sweet, I’m-so-happy-you’re-back meow, but the big one. MEOW!

This means, roughly translated, “You left me! And while you were gone, I was denied the yummy moist food. You may not sit down until you feed me, so pay attention lady!”

I’m a sucker, and she knows it. So I fed the lioness. And she’s happy with me now. Purring and dreaming.

Date Line San Jose

Major Hotel, 1am: “Attention! Attention! An emergency has been reported in this building. Please cease operations and leave the building utilizing the nearest exit or fire exit stairway. Do not use elevators. Repeat: Do not use elevators.”

Major Hotel, 1:05am: “Ladies and Gentlemen, our emergency situation has been returned to normal. We apologize for any inconvenience.”

Hotel Terrace, 1:10am: “We’re in the heart of Silicon Valley with no power or internet, while all the buildings around us are fully lit. Something is definitely wrong. But at least, smoke isn’t pouring from the building.”

Hotel Entrance, 1:12am: Firetrucks. “Looks like the situation is not normal.”

Major Hotel, 1:15am: “Attention! Attention! An emergency has been reported in this building. Please cease operations and leave the building utilizing the nearest exit or fire exit stairway. Do not use elevators. Repeat: Do not use elevators.”

Hotel Terrace, 1:20am: “Do you think we should actually leave the building? Like the folks down there in the parking lot?”

Major Hotel, 1:25am: “Ladies and Gentlemen, our emergency situation has been returned to normal. Repeat, our emergency situation has been returned to normal. By the fire department. We apologize for any inconvenience.”

Finally, 2am: Power returns. Sweet Dreams!

Adventures in Laundry

A couple weeks ago, our dryer began to die. Painful groans initiated every cycle, until it was only groans, and then silence. The dryer doctor made a housecall Friday morning, only to give us the worst news. It’s heart had stopped beating. Sure a transplant was possible, but it would be just as easy to replace it altogether.

So that is what we did. After a hundred panicked phone calls, we finally found one – right color, right size, right price. It was an emergency, so we had to bring it home and install it ourselves. Mayhem ensued.

Well, today I am drying clothes. Mountains of clothes. The new dryer is a champ, and the old one sits forelornly in the garage, waiting for a proper burial.