make me dance...

...and giggle.

Due to the high amounts of rain, my husband couldn't catch the train to work this morning. Since we were bumping into each other all day today, we decided to grab some burgers from the local Five Guys.

I entertained the lady behind the counter by ordering my miniature salad for my small burger. Then we stepped off to the side and waited for our food. During this time, a rather tall gentleman entered the restaurant. I giggled a little.

I should mention that it isn't hard to be taller than me, but he was at least one and a half Bellas tall. A moment later, I began singing, "We belong to the Lollipop Guild" while kicking up one leg and then the other as I bobbed up and down. My husband joined me in giggling merrily at this. Then he pointed to a sign comparing the fine burger establishment to the factory of Willy Wonka. I bet you can guess what song I sang next...

Many great moments marked this day as one I could justify telling the whole cyber world about.

I woke up late, which means I felt compelled to squeeze as much activity into the day as possible. The lesser moments included proving that I am part cat by extracting a hairball from my tub that terrified me. I think I could write a horror story about that. Don't worry, I scrubbed the evil away with both Scrubbing Bubbles (they do the work for me) and some Comet.

I also took it upon myself to finally clean the filters from my old vacuum. By old, I mean it's last real job was cleaning up after my fuzzy, four-legged masters. I found enough hair in there to make a new master. Great wisdom has kept me from trying to use that. The amount of dander it tossed up would have killed my dear husband...

I decided to take a walk to the local library to keep up with my efforts to wear out the soles of my feet. As I carefully selected my next book. Yes, I am still working my way from the first book in the fiction section to the last (unless the book looks like it might make me physically ill or otherwise offend me. I like to be selective.) So I grabbed the next book from shelf, examined it, approved it and found my eyes focused on another book a little further along the shelf.

It appeared to be mislabeled since the last name on the spine doesn't start with an A. I pulled it down from the shelf and flipped it open. A running commentary in two different handwritings filled the blank space on most of the pages. Plastic pockets in the back of the book seem to be filled with postcards, letters, photocopies of magazine articles, and other errata that should prove an interesting read. Perhaps, I shall uncover a mystery (though the handwritten commentary looks suspiciously like it was printed out.) It shall prove an interesting diversion, and I might actually see the name implied by the call number somewhere in the book thus allaying my inner cataloger's confusion.

Clearly you can take the cat lady out of the cataloging department, but you can take neither the love of cats or call numbers out of the lady.

The weather seems to be trying to tell me something. I fear it might be that I should hide in my hermit hobbit hovel and avoid the world outside. Hail made an impression on my car last week, and the rain decided to pour down harder as I prepared to make the short trip from the car to my house with my groceries. The rain has since quieted down, as has my motivation to accomplish my many self-appointed goals.

Excuses. I know. I can always find an excuse not to write or clean or sew. It's harder to find excuses not to breath. Don't worry. I'm not trying to do that. I only do that when people are smoking in my presence. It's that or cough like I have emphysema for twenty minutes afterword.

During my outing to the store, I made friends with a lady in the candy aisle as we discussed the merits of chocolate and peanut butter. I also saw a young man wearing a hot pink shirt and matching socks that had been pulled almost up to his knees. I went briefly blind from this apparition.

With all the free time I have after outings to the store and to visit friends, I have been appreciating a new television station this week. It features shows such as "The Alfred Hitchcock Hour", "The Honeymooners", and "Wonder Woman". I find a certain peace in watching shows that terrify my mind without making me want to wear blinders (too many naked and half-naked people find their way into today's shows). This reminds me that I need to get some more practice writing stories that excite because of the merit of the story and not because scandalous material has been mixed in...of course, I'd also love to see other writers try their hand at that. I know that sex sells, but it takes more skill to sell a story that's more clean cut...