banner

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Sometimes you just gotta laugh...

Sometimes, when you're feeling blue and mopey because you miss important people in your life, and you don't feel good, and the road uphill looks like a pretty steep climb...

Sometimes, someone will do something so obnoxious all you can do is laugh.

Well, okay, murder did cross your mind as an option, but how could you what someone with a face like this?


What could possibly cause me to contemplate Trevor-cide?

Well, I'm on the low iodine diet. It's extremely limited, but it does mean that one of the few things that I do quite enjoy that I can have is (my own homemade) bread with honey on it in the morning. And since honey shouldn't be refridgerated, it sits on the counter waiting for me to visit it in the morning.

Those of you who have met Trevor are already saying "ooooohhhhh nooooooo"

Yup. It was there. And, never one to just take my word for it, the need for Trevor to test the laws of gravity in that particular corner of my kitchen were strong. You'll all be happy to hear that gravity is alive and well in my kitchen.

And so is my mop. After a long day, a longer week, and still longer a month, mopping the kitchen floor and picking up gooey sticky glass shards wasn't exactly the relaxing night I had planned...

particularly not at ... umm... what time is it?

Heck, let's round it up to ten and call it "past my bedtime"

I did finally get the disgusting mess up, though I think it will be a while before I eat honey again. And Trevor even lived.

14 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hate when I break a glass jar... I feel like I need to vacuum the whole house afterwards. JB always gets amused at me because if I'm in the room when the accident happens, I'll stand frozen yelling "bring me my SHOES!!" to the top of my lungs!

I'm sure you were thinking so pretty unfriendly thoughts initially at ole Trevor... but like you said... how can you resist such an adorable face?

Shea

11:32 PM  
Blogger Catherine said...

Boris was a major gravity tester in his youth - I have noted that he has finally (almost) given up now that he's over 9. But for years, anything "new and interesting" left out was subject to gravity-testing.

5:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aww look at that face, surely it was gremlins that wrecked the honey. ;)

7:07 AM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Oops - time to get your honey in one of those plastic squeeze bottles, I guess. One time I dropped a full jar of mayonnaise on the floor, and that was bad enough. I can't imagine honey. Doesn't Trevor "know" you need your rest? (yep, I'm sure he does - he's a smart one!)

8:01 AM  
Blogger Fiber addikt said...

Oh Amie, I haven't been reading or blogging for such a long time and now I find that you've had all this happening in your life. I'm so sorry I haven't been around. I'm sending healing hugs and hoping you're on the mend. And send Trevor over here if you're upset with him, I'll love on him awhile and then send him home when you've had a chance to miss him.

9:14 AM  
Blogger purlewe said...

Ding! I'm a kitty cat. And I dance, dance, dance and I dance, dance, dance...

oops on a serious note.. is that the "i made a mistake mommy" face? or the "I didn't do it.. but something happened in there" face?

9:22 AM  
Blogger erica said...

I love that kitty face of something happened, but I know it wasn't my fault. The jar just jumped off the counter while I was sitting there watching it. :)

11:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is definitely an "I'm sorry, Mommy" face. As long as you understand he's not sorry about breaking the honey jar (after all, anything within paw reach is cat property by default), but he's obviously sorry that you are upset.

MerryMary (another knitter)

11:45 AM  
Blogger Annie said...

On the bright side, at least you didn't have to give the honey-covered cat a bath.

Trevor is acting out - he's trying to take your mind off of things (see how good he is at it?) Oy. My new kitten is still in the "I haven't learned to leave her yarn ALONE" phase.

But yarn's not sticky and it can't cut me.

Take care - lots of hugs for you - and something else coming soon. I think of you a lot and you (and your family) are in our prayers!

12:32 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

That definitely is an "I didn't do it" face. Perhaps he is trying to explain to you that the gravity field is actually stronger in that corner of the kitchen and anything left on the counter in that area will mysterously fall to the floor?

Good thing that he is adorable.

2:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Looks like a "I'm in some SERIOUS shit now, man...." look to me!

Lissa, the cat whisperer

2:30 PM  
Blogger Dana S. Whitney said...

Poor dear... and to have it just as you were drifting off to the Land of Nod. Bad CAT! May I send you a plastic squeezy bear with honey that won't splat?
When I was young and clums(ier) I dropped a glass bottle of ammonia on the floor. Whereas my mother had trusted me to wash whatever I was using it for, SHE took on the martyr's roll and clean it up. heh heh heh.
I am sure I said I was sorry.

I hope you are feeling better.
I for one, lucked out. The MD gave me 3 kinds of anti-nausea meds to go along with the "Red Devil" chemo and Cytoxin... and aside from being a bit dizzy when I woke up, I haven't had any side effects!!! (Well, I ignored the fact that my pee is no longer yellow!)

I hope your depression is lifting... and that the people who love you are SHOWING IT APPROPRIATELY AND OFTEN. :-D

11:15 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

How can you be mad at that face?? With my 7 of them, I see that face way too often! You're either wired to kill 'em or love 'em, you know?

And you, sweet Aimee -- you are a lovah, not a killah. And don't we all know it. *big gentle hug*

Sending you love,

Sarah

11:39 PM  
Blogger vi said...

get the honey in the plastic bear
and tell trevor that his spirit lives also in three little curly headed cats that live in pa
thaddeaus ATE a basket
don't ask
vi

11:59 AM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home

      
Marriage is love.