This has been a few weeks ago, but it’s a good story. I was in Walmart getting some groceries and I heard a guy calling out “Marco!” to which his son dutifully replied, “Polo”.
“No,” the guy said, “It doesn’t work if you say it since you’re right here,”
He called out Marco a couple more times and when he was a couple aisles over, I shouted out, “Polo!”
I heard a laughed response and then, “I don’t think that was your mother,”
With the nice weather over the weekend, I finally got to bust out the flip-flops. One of my friends noted a band-aid on my foot and asked what happened. I replied simply, “Thunder(cat)”
He was quiet for a moment, then said, “That cat is going to kill you one of these days,”
“I know,” I replied, “But it will be with love,”
I also commented that my reaction time is down and healing factor is up in the time since I’ve had a cat, but I admit I may be justifying his behavior. He’s just a great cat and while I wish he was a little less violent, I understand that he’s a cat and that’s just how he rolls.
Finally, I had a run in with some mixed nuts. No, I wasn’t at work (ba-dum-DUM – thank you, I’m here all week), I was actually eating some planters mixed nuts from a can. Now, I have a problem with nuts in general and the problem is that I always eat far too many in one sitting.
That happened to me over the weekend and my stomach and…well… basically all of my internal anatomy feel like they have been tied in knots. I had a rough night, a rougher morning, and I’m still feeling like death warmed over this afternoon. We’ve got the last of our interviews to conduct this afternoon – the only reason I’m here today – and then I’m going home and back to bed. Or perhaps the hallway between the bathroom and my bedroom. The carpet is softer in the hallway that in the bathroom, but I suspect proximity may be a factor.
I’m also going to throw out the rest of that can of nuts. It’s clear I have a problem and I need to take strong action.