the passionate ailurophile

…always seems to burn out at some inopportune moment.  I woke up at around 5AM, and I went into the kitchen to get myself a Diet Pepsi.  I don’t drink coffee at home, I only get it when we’re out.  So I opened the fridge, and the little light had burnt out.

I turned on the kitchen light, got my soda, popped it open and took a long swig.  I was thirsty, and I can’t really do anything unless I have my first shot of caffeine.  Then I went to look and see if we had a spare fridge bulb.  I couldn’t find one in the cabinet where I keep the other light bulbs, so I looked in the junk drawer.  Yes, I do have a kitchen junk drawer, and yes, it is really filled with junk.  I wish I had cleaned it out before the city started charging for trash disposal.

Anyhoo…all sorts of crap in there.  A 2002 Red Sox schedule.  Some of Mike’s old business cards from when he worked for Evil Bossman.  A Chef’n garlic peeler that I bought from QVC a million years ago.  Why do things like this always seem to work so well in TV, but don’t works so well when you get them at home?  Anyway, this belongs in the junk drawer because it’s a piece of junk, it does not work.  I have my own short list of garlic gadgets that DO work, but that’s another post for another blog.

I did find the Stanley Powerlock measuring tape that I’d been looking for, for ages now.  Why do we always find missing items when we are NOT specifically looking for them?  I also came across a couple of golf balls with the Applebee’s logo on them.  And that stupid “trainer” pin from Crapplebee’s, as well.  Yeah, I went to training in Woostah all day, for no pay, and all I got was a couple of golf balls and a lousy pin.  I was promised a dollar an hour raise if I took the trainer training class, I took the class, but I never got the raise.  Crooks.  I hate them.  It was one of the worst jobs I ever had in my life, and I will never eat at one of their restaurants ever again.  That job was so bad that I quit in mid-shift, at a time when we really coudn’t afford for me to quit.

I used to let the cats play with those golf balls,  but now I remember why I took them away.  They’d bat them around on the bare floors of the hallway and kitchen in the middle of the night, and the noise was annoying me.  I gave them these little foam soccer balls that were about the same size as the golf balls, but they didn’t go over quite as well.  Cats get off on stuff that makes noise, you know, and if it wakes up the hoomins in the middle of the night, all the better!

Anyhoo, I did find a spare fridge bulb.  Now, WHY do the fridge makers have to situate the light in such a way that it’s awkward to screw and unscrew the bulb?  Of course, it didn’t help that it was just past 5AM and I had not had my first complete Diet Pepsi yet.

For some reason, I’ve been getting up wicked early, and then nodding off wicked early.  I swear, I do NOT remember Mike coming home from work last night.  I remember feeling tired at around 6:30 PM and going into the bedroom to lay down.  I turned on the TV, and I was watching that Bob Ross guy on PBS painting some “happy little mountain” scene.

I woke up hours later, the TV sound was muted and the radio was on.   Mike was sound asleep.  The Sox game was on, and I woke up just in time to hear them coming back from that 7-zip deficit.  Maybe it’s a good thing that I slept through the ugly beginnings of that game, because then I might have gotten pissed off and turned it off.  Well, at least Mike will be in for a pleasant surprise when he gets up and sees on the news that the Sox came back to win and force a trip back to Tampa Bay.

I swear, I think that the companies that make blood pressure meds own stock in the Red Sox.  They always seem to lose and then come back to win in some over-dramatic fashion.  They did it in the ALCS against the Y*****s in 2004.  They did it again last year vs. Cleveland.  Can they do it again this year?

We shall see.  Right now, I will just worry about them winning Game Six tomorrow.  After they do that, then I can worry about Game Seven.