Have you seen those funny videos where people put a cucumber behind their cat and when they turn around they FREAK out and run away?
Well, that’s not MY cat.
If I have a cucumber on my counter–minding it’s own business–he just KNOWS somehow, and jumps up and grabs it and runs off with it. Next time we see it, it’s half eaten and chewed up all over the floor.
Believe it or not, we’ve hit upon a compromise, of sorts.
I peel and cut up the cucumber and quarter it, while Hobbes paces and howls like I’m skinning a 9 pound mackerel– just for him. I slice out the middle seeds, because nobody wants them anyway.
Except Mr. Hobbes.
No sense in throwing the seeds away cause he’ll just dig them out of the trash anyway. So, have them, little kitty–and good riddance.
Ok, I’m all for stone baked, authentic, back east, New York Style pizza and all that. I know I’m kinda old and I know that I’m kinda picky with what I choose to use my calories for. I know things aren’t the same as they were when I was a young whipper-snapper.
So, maybe it’s just a personal problem, but let me just ask you…
Is this pizza burned? I think it’s burned. I think it’s REALLY burned. So burned, in fact, that I scurried right back to the pizza joint and said, politely, “Hey, I think my pizza is burned. Like, REALLY burned.”
Why did I say, I THINK my pizza’s burned?! I’ve been alive a long time and I think know burned when I see it. There, I said it again. I THINK. I need to be more decisive…more assertive…more…more…something. Sheesh.
The girl at the window said, “Oh, sorry. We can make you another one. We thought it was fine.”
Fine? FINE?!! FIIIIIIIINE? What on earth?!! How is this fine?! What are people eating these days that they are calling food? Fine. Burned. Pizza?!
Things are reeeeally strange these days. We have been “locked down” for several months now due to the Covid 19 stuff. Some people are struggling with the disruption in their normal lives–while I–on the other hand barely notice the difference. I wasn’t really going anywhere anyway. Haha.
The negativity online was the only thing that was actually distressing me so I came up with this little ditty. Whenever– and I mean WHENEVER I have a not-so-positive thought go through my mind I’ve started trying to retrain myself to stop and prattle off this more helpful thought. It’s become somewhat of a mantra.