I kind of like that. Maybe it ought to be my blog subtitle.
Proof That Aliens Live Amongst Us
This is Zoe. She’s in a bag.
Half an hour later, still in the bag.
Even more later…in the bag.
For the better part of an hour, Zoe was in that bag.
The only rational conclusion one can draw from this behaviour is: She’s an alien. For surely, no ordinary Earth being would think sitting in a paper bag was something cool to do.
I think we’ve all suspected that cats are aliens for quite some time now. I’m glad to be able to provide the above as solid evidence in proof of this theory.
Maybe Zoe thought the bag was a Cat TARDIS. Maybe it’s her way of saying GET ME OUT OF HERE THE CAT FOOD SUCKS.
And yet more evidence…
This comment came yesterday from Astrid:
The three dimensional thinking involved in designing the Baby Surprise Jacket is nothing short of uncanny. I think EZ was a benevolent alien, sent to keep us warm and busy.
See? MORE ALIENS. (And we know from her writing that EZ loved cats. There you go.)
Oh, to be extravagantly gentle
Gerri left a comment saying that a friend encourages her to “be extravagantly gentle with yourself.” I like that. It’s a tough one to put into practice, however.
Like…right now. It’s 6:30 PM, and I’ve been on my feet for the last couple of hours, cooking dinner. As many of you know, I don’t cook. Part of that is insecurity in the kitchen, part of that is my understandable trepidation when faced with the eleven different kinds of flour and the five different types of cinnamon and the three types of paprika which exist in Sir Nicholas’ kitchen. And part of it is just plain common sense: Nicholas’ cooking is excellent, nutritious, and really tasty; my cooking is always a crapshoot. When hungry people are involved, it makes sense to go with Nicholas’s Sure Tasty Thing style of cooking rather than my Well It Sounded Good When I Saw the Recipe Online style.
But days like today, I cook. Today involved a tow truck, and a man with grease under his fingernails, and apparently, it also involves Nicholas having to spend the night at Canadian Tire whilst the car is being repaired…because he’s not home yet. (Final edits: It’s now 7:05 PM. Still not home. Poor kid.)
When he finally gets home, it would be totally rude of me to expect him to cook. Thus, I made squash soup, a process which took waaaaayyyyy longer than I thought it would, resulted in a kitchen that looks like it was decimated by a bomb, and a pot of surprisingly delicious squash/potato/rice soup.
Anyway, being extravagantly gentle. Right. It’s 6:36 PM now, and I feel like this blog entry isn’t what I wanted it to be. I’ve had about a week of sleepless nights, a chaotic day filled with surprises, Huzbeast is due home Any Time Now (at least, I hope he is), and I realize I just don’t have it in me to come up with The Perfect Blog Entry.
So I am going to practice some gentleness here, and give myself a break.
Don’t forget to get your name in for the giveaway of a Start Spinning DVD! Follow the link for details. (You have to leave a comment on THAT entry, the January 1st entry, to enter, not on this one, just to be clear.) Tomorrow, Wednesday, is the last day to enter.
Next week: I have another DVD to give away…oh yeah baby.
Today’s Random Good
Meet Tonto, a seeing-eye horse for the blind. Yes, he’s full-grown.
And just because they were in the same article…here are two miniature piglets.
I totally would have a cuppa with those two little dudes anytime.