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[rejectomorph]

TMI: No matter how much I brush Portia she still gets hairballs all summer long. I don't mind cleaning them up, but sometimes she drops one when I'm not looking and it's in a spot I'd rather not have it. For example the one I just stepped on in the dark. I'm glad I had my shoes on, because it was fairly fresh. Yech.

Had it been a few inches over it would have been on linoleum instead of carpet, and I have mixed feelings about that. They are easier to clean off of linoleum, but they can also make the linoleum slippery and I could have my feet slide out from under me if I stepped on it. Breaking my neck after slipping on a hairball would be a very stupid way to die, and I plan on dieing of a heart attack brought on by all the butter I eat. Not much smarter, but at least it's a choice. And a tasty one, too.

Something else tasty is the mocha almond fudge ice cream I've got in the freezer for desert. It makes up for the dull meals I have to eat in hot weather because I don't want to use the oven. Tonight I heated a can of chili and sliced up a cucumber for contrast. Now I'm just waiting for it to settle and it will be ice cream time.

Wait. How did I end up writing about hairballs and food in one entry?

One more thing I can blame on summer, I guess.

Comments

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

I have the same feeling about butter and what'll likely do me in. My dad always said he saw no point in living if he couldn't eat what he liked. He lived to be about 85!

Oh, Portia. That's gross. I've stepped on that stuff before too, and worse. Cats.

The ice cream sounds great! I don't cook in summer either, and a nice dessert does go a long way toward rounding out something like crackers and cheese. :D

[rejectomorph]

My dad never turned down anything fried, salted it all, ate large amounts of jam right from the jar, and lived to be 100. I think there's a lot of genetic dumb luck involved in life expectancy.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

You know it has to be! My grandma insisted on heated Half-and-Half on her Cream of Wheat until the end, and she was 92 or so when she finally left. I don't expect to do quite that well! (Actually, I think the way we eat nowadays, with all the "health food" and crap, we won't do as well at all. Julia Child always said to eat real food, not diet stuff. She was so wise. Here, let me drop this turkey onto the floor.)