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Bookkeeper, tax preparer, cat lady, blogger, organizer, mystery writer.

Welcome!

I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

Buzz about...

Saturday, June 26, 2010

I am a sick woman...

I confess that I found Silence of the Lambs to be an extremely amusing movie.  And then in Hannibal, where Dr. Lecter is sauteeing Ray Liotta's brain and that smiling idiot chirps, "Smells great!" - well, I nearly fell out of my seat laughing.  After that, my husband was a little leery of any movie detailing the exploits of Hannibal Lecter.  In fact, we watched Red Dragon on DVD - but there weren't any really funny scenes anyway.  So there.  I also have to confess that I have never actually eaten a fava bean.  I wouldn't know one if it crawled up my leg and bit me.  I did, however, once buy a big bag of fresh cherries at WalMart, and when I got home I discovered that instead of having rung up my beautiful cherries at $2.99 per pound, the cashier had charged me for fava beans at $.98 per pound.  I admit (guiltily) that we really enjoyed those cheap, cherry-flavored fava beans.  As I recall, Tim went back to buy more but his cashier was able to distinguish a cherry from a bean.

2 comments:

  1. LOL...totally demented! Ya can't always get stuff by those Walmart cashiers.

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