Frog and Goat

First-hand account can be found here.

The usual suspects.

Yesterday I got our August power bill and was stunned to see it was only $54.06. I showed the bill to the better-half and said, “I don’t think this is right. Turning the thermostat up a degree really shouldn’t save us over $100″. We went out and looked at the meter. We have one of those digital meters and couldn’t see if it was working–other than the fact no numbers flipped while we were looking at it. Time passed and I started the dryer. I asked the better-half what the last two digits were on the meter when we went out and looked earlier and they were 19. With the dryer spinning, the numbers were still 19.

The power company is coming tomorrow to fix our meter. I hope they let us slide with the $54 bill since we were being so honest about the meter dying.

So, the cat has developed a very annoying habit of whining for treats. We can’t go into the kitchen after work without that rat cat yowling for treats. Specifically the green bag of Temptations. He really doesn’t care if he has his Kuntry Kitty Katnip (or whatever ridiculous name is printed on the little bag) because he is addicted to Temptations. Right now he has a nearly full bowl of food that he walks right by to commence the wailing for Temptations. And, it is such a bitchy little whine too. I think we need to do an intervention.

The alarm went off at 7 am this morning. We packed up, turned in the keys, recycled glass and plastic, ate a full breakfast and made the 9am ferry.

Of course I was ready to start packing up at 4am because as much as we enjoy the cottage we despise the bed and the ceiling fans. The better-half refers to the bed at the cottage as The Rack and the ceiling fans should be taken out and shot to put them out of my misery. Clackety-clack-clack-clack.

The food was (as this morning’s waitress said) marvelous. And, we continued our tradition of eating seafood every day. Bliss.

The better-half and I were just arguing about steak and cheese sandwiches. He’s been on a jones lately and, lord have mercy, he’d better have one soon.

I just had to walk away from the latest argument because I came up with three tasty theoretical versions and got no lovin’. Here are my three versions and you may decide…

Crusty bread is the first ingredient in all versions.

1st sandwich:
heavily slather on the mayo, then add the meat, then add the cheese, then eat. Heaven.

2nd sandwich:
just skim the sandwich with mayo, add the meat and cheese. MMMMMNNN.

3rd sandwich:
skim the sandwich with mayo, add slices of tomato, shredded lettuce, cheese and meat. Oh lordy.

He asked me where the vinaigrette was? I told him the grease would have to do and who in the world adds vinaigrette? So, what’s your verison?

How long do you wait out a headache before you thrust a red hot poker through your eye? I woke up around 6am today with a headache. I thought maybe I was sleeping oddly on my head so I rearranged and lay there for another 30 minutes. When I got up I thought my head was going to explode. I took my sinus pill and a motrin. I got back into bed for another half an hour and then decided to just get up and get cracking. I drank some milk and some water and 1 1/2 cups of coffee and took two more motrin and I’m still suffering. That’s at least a 6 hour headache. Where’s the red hot poker?

I finished observing the course I’ve been observing all week and headed back to my office around 10:45 this morning. As I was turning on my computer at the office, my co-worker said is that you? I said yep. She was thrilled she didn’t have to send me an email. I thought it was a little strange so I walked down the little hallway. Out popped my supervisor and my co-worker. They both said we’re so glad you are here. We were making plans for lunch. Now, that’s a good work environment.

We waited for another co-worker and then went to Stella’s (a greek restaurant that isn’t exactly a down-home greek place). I got the Avocado Melt open-face sandwich and while the avocado, cheese, red onions and roasted red pepper were good, I couldn’t get enough of the crusty sandwich bread which was heavily drizzled in olive oil. I would have licked the plate but I was with my supervisor and I have a six month evaluation coming up. I’d hate to see “she licks her plate” show up in the negative column.

Why is it that so many times you bite into chicken salad and are confronted with gristle or tendon or whatever that nasty connective tissue is called? How much more time would it take a chicken salad maker to remove that crap? I just don’t get it. I’m so glad my boxed lunch included a brownie because the chicken salad went right back into the box. Blech.

Mom: Quick, Honey, turn on the TV the national morning shows are about to start.
Kid: Look Mom, there we are! We’re on TV! See, that’s us right there off to the left side running through the raceway complex.
Mom: Dear, I’m so glad you suggested we wear our sneakers. I totally knocked that woman and stroller out of my way and I couldn’t have done it if I was wearing my flip flops. Who in the world brings a small kid to a thing like that anyway?
Kid: Who knows. Look at that woman whining about how she didn’t get her a $50 i-book. What a loser.
Mom: Tell me about it. We need to call the computer doctor this morning to find out how much a new screen costs for the one we bought.
Kid: Don’t forget to ask him about replacing the CD-ROM and the touch pad.
Mom: We sure did get a good deal didn’t we?