EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque)
December 18th 05, 09:26 PM
Mark Edwards wrote:
> I must remember not to let myself be distracted by all the loving and
> attentive cats who are attempting to help me in the kitchen.
>
> I chop up the lettuce and shred the cheese for tacos. I set aside a
> couple of bowls of lettuce for salads.
>
> I set the salad dressing, the picante sauce, the eggnog (I want to
> sample some, since it is once again available), and the quart of root
> beer. Note that one of these things is not like the others.
>
> I am petting and sweet-talking the cats while I do all this. Little
> Feet and Dulce Mae, in fact, are on the counter.
>
> I shake up the dressing, pop the lid off and pour some dressing on the
> salads.
>
> I shake up the eggnog, pop the lid off, and pour a little into a cup.
> Yummy!
>
> I shake up the picante sauce, pop the lid off, and set it aside for
> the tacos.
>
> I bet you see what's coming.
>
> Not thinking, not even a little bit, I just let the routine take
> control. I grab the quart of root beer, shake it up, pop the lid
> off...
>
> ...and spray Little Feet, Dulce Mae, myself, and half the kitchen with
> IBC root beer.
>
> As my badly rendered refrain of Elvis Presley's "All Shook Up" stops
> cold.
>
> I somehow managed NOT to drench the lettuce or the cheese, the taco
> meat was in the microwave, and the shells were still warming in the
> oven. The tacos were delicious. The salad tasted like root beer.
>
> Little Feet and Dulce Mae, however, have decided not to distract me
> for awhile. In fact, I think I hear a few cuss words (and maybe a few
> well-laid plans for the middle of the night?) from the back room.
>
> I think I had better try to console them RIGHT NOW, before they get
> too far into their revenge (big grin).
You might try eggnog as a "pacifier"?
>
>
> Hugs and Purrs,
> Mark
> I must remember not to let myself be distracted by all the loving and
> attentive cats who are attempting to help me in the kitchen.
>
> I chop up the lettuce and shred the cheese for tacos. I set aside a
> couple of bowls of lettuce for salads.
>
> I set the salad dressing, the picante sauce, the eggnog (I want to
> sample some, since it is once again available), and the quart of root
> beer. Note that one of these things is not like the others.
>
> I am petting and sweet-talking the cats while I do all this. Little
> Feet and Dulce Mae, in fact, are on the counter.
>
> I shake up the dressing, pop the lid off and pour some dressing on the
> salads.
>
> I shake up the eggnog, pop the lid off, and pour a little into a cup.
> Yummy!
>
> I shake up the picante sauce, pop the lid off, and set it aside for
> the tacos.
>
> I bet you see what's coming.
>
> Not thinking, not even a little bit, I just let the routine take
> control. I grab the quart of root beer, shake it up, pop the lid
> off...
>
> ...and spray Little Feet, Dulce Mae, myself, and half the kitchen with
> IBC root beer.
>
> As my badly rendered refrain of Elvis Presley's "All Shook Up" stops
> cold.
>
> I somehow managed NOT to drench the lettuce or the cheese, the taco
> meat was in the microwave, and the shells were still warming in the
> oven. The tacos were delicious. The salad tasted like root beer.
>
> Little Feet and Dulce Mae, however, have decided not to distract me
> for awhile. In fact, I think I hear a few cuss words (and maybe a few
> well-laid plans for the middle of the night?) from the back room.
>
> I think I had better try to console them RIGHT NOW, before they get
> too far into their revenge (big grin).
You might try eggnog as a "pacifier"?
>
>
> Hugs and Purrs,
> Mark