Our cat, Ducati, took it upon himself to attempt murder on Augustus this weekend. I was in the office when I heard skittering feet and knew that Gus was probably involved because he’d just wandered down that way. I walked down the hall and as I turned into the bedroom I watched Ducati scurry up onto the bed and hold his paws in the air, yelling I didn’t do nothing to no one! Murder was the case that they gave me, but I’m innocent!  I’m innocent. Gus …

I was writing a post about how Janie, our friend Carrie and I went to the No Doubt concert last night. It was going to be about how they are one of my all-time favorite live acts and then about how one song in to the opening band’s set (The Sounds) I became 60 years old and pulled out the Sunday newspaper and initiated a conversation about Fiber One yogurt.
I was writing all about it, but then I deleted it accidentally because I’m very tired. It took …

My aunt is coming to visit later this month. She’ll be in town for a food blogger’s convention, but before it starts she wants to get together.
Should we make dinner over here? We can make some gluten-free schnitzel or some German pancakes or something.
Sure.
Also, maybe Carson will crawl into her purse and she won’t notice until she gets back home to Florida.
She’ll wonder why her bag is suddenly so heavy, but then she’ll think it is just because of the souvenirs she bought.
But really it’ll be the cat …

Oh, oops! I touched your anus. Sorry ’bout that… I’m really sorry about that.