June 30, 2010

Nothing in particular

A few moments of odd thoughts for the day on nothing in particular...

One:
Every wife should stock her freezer with prepackaged meals ready to heat and serve to make sure her hubby has exactly what he'd like for dinner.

There are a few main dishes to remember and then everyone is happy. They are as follows

(1) Anything

(2) I'm Not Picky

(3) Whatever

(4) Food

(5) Not what we had last night.

So long as a woman has these staples in her freezer, life should be stress free. Should the occasion arise that none of this is appropriate, I suggest she whack dear hubby over the head with the frozen entree and take herself out to her favorite 5-star restaurant for a relaxing dinner with a good book she's been putting off reading for a while...

Two:
Perhaps this may have happened to you... once in a while around here, there is an item that comes out of the dryer looking like it has survived an attack of wolverines. What went in whole (ostensibly) comes out looking much the worse for wear. Shredded towels, ravelled seams and elastic on socks and undies, bra straps that appear to have been stretched beyond reasonable comprehension...

No clue why. Perhaps it is a form of laundry suicide. They just can't take the spin cycle anymore.

Three:

Doggie dining. We have a nice duet of dog dishes that are available to serve the wet pouch and dry crunch food for our resident canine home entertainment package. The added water bowl is a cast off Tupperware bowl that long ago lost it's lid and functions perfectly well for keeping our frisky canine hydrated.

We eat in the living room while watching TV. I make no apologies, that is just who we are. We haven't had a dining room table for about 10 years. We have a bar. Not the kind with booze, but the kind where people can sit to eat if they are willing to move furniture to get to it. The bar does, however, serve to provide a place for food prep and a really nice buffet line.

Since Gypsy has seen us carry plates in to eat while watching our movies or sports programs, she has also learned to bring her food in a mouthful at a time so that she doesn't miss any of the program either. She will dump a mouthful of crunchy food onto the floor and sit down to watch TV while she eats a few bites at a time. When her 'tray' is clean, she trots back into the kitchen for a refill sometimes even waiting for a commercial break to do so. I'm sure that people who do not know how brilliant our dog is would argue with me about this habit and claim that she wasn't well trained. I disagree. How many animals do you know who understand about commercial breaks?

Four:

Loud cars going up and down our street seem to be gaining in both volume and sheer numbers lately. We have had trucks laden with brick and mortar supplies that barrel down our street which has plainly posted signage for both the 30 mph speed limit and the notation that this is a bike route for those so inclined to pedal along.

I am sure that the trucks I have seen of late are going no less than 60. The reason I am sure is because they are going so fast, they are a literal blur. This is a residential area where a dog, a cat or even a child could wander out onto the road with no warning. It doesn't appear these delivery trucks can manage a seconds hesitation about that thought.

Five:

Closing out the post for today, I have wondered about newspapers and their remaining life-span. Will we get to a time in which the newspaper becomes a relic in time that has served it's purpose then faded away?

With the Internet taking a bigger and bigger share of what is considered to be news and posting it within seconds, they are removing the reason papers even go to print.

Will there be a complete loss of newspapers? If so, can we get rid of all the tabloids first?

Time to fold some laundry.

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