First, a round of applause to Webgod for sprucing the joint up. I feel so festive!
I also feel hungry. Maggie and I decided to have a cinnamon raisin bagel this morning. I couldn't remember if she likes these, but apparently she does. She was hounding me for bites, which I fed her as I worked. She seemed to be a little piggier than usual, but I reasoned that I don't need an whole bagel to myself anyway. I just got up to get the mail, and saw a little trail of things on the floor. Fearing the worst (mouse story in a minute), I took a closer look. Little spit out raisins. Maggie doesn't like raisins, but she didn't let that stop her. She munched around them and spit them out.
I thought I'd seen the end of my mousecapades for awhile, but after 2 months without a peep - literally - I hauled a package of rye bread from the cupboard the other day and had a sprinkle of bread crumbs go everywhere. Careful chew marks in bagels, bread and English muffins. I almost want to cut the little bastards a deal: if they'll stay outside in the garage, I'll bring them something to eat every day. The cats are totally useless; JoJo wouldn't know a mouse if it bit her, and Maggie doesn't like them. Not sure why not; it's not like they have raisins in them.
Donald Trump is all pissypants because the airport near his Florida club, Mir-a-Lardo, makes too much noise. Awwwwwww. Poor Donald. He claims its noise and air pollution. I happen to know he just doesn't like the way the down draft messes his coiffure.
What is going on in the world? A shark is gnawing on people in Egypt. Nipping off arms and legs and hands of Russian tourists, which is pretty nasty. A Supreme Court judge in B.C. has overturned some miserable old bugger's will, which left out his 4 daughters and handed all his stuff (real estate in Saskatchewan, a house and a violin collection (!))to his only son. Girls got a little pissy; judge overruled the will. Wouldn't you love to be with that family for Christmas dinner?
Weight Watchers will now let you eat all the fruit and veggies you want. Except potatoes, which means, well, it means that's a nonstarter in this house.
The leaked docs from Wikileaks from U.S. diplomats continue to make international politics look like a grade 8 girl's sleepover.
Canadian Members of Parliament are bitching about the size of their Christmas trees. Christmas trees? Really? If this is what is reported, can you imagine how boring and petty 'leaked' docs would be?
The 2012 version of the DSM (the diagnostic medical book)is turfing or getting rid of 5 of the ten existing personality disorders. The original ten are: antisocial, avoidant, borderline, dependent, histrionic, narcissistic, OCD, paranoid, schizoid, and schizoidtypal.
Being turfed? Histrionic, schizoid, paranoid, dependent, and narcissistic. I can hear the narcissists now, all up in arms that the spotlight will not be on them, them, them. You won't be able to hear them over the histrionics, of course, but I'm sure the dependents will be there to tell the paranoids that no, they're not imagining things. Lemme just say that scrubbing out the name doesn't make this stuff not exist. I'm all for paring down the 'everything is a disease' mentality that surrounds us, but I don't know that this is the place to start. Maybe calling things like shopping and boinking an addiction. Yeah, let's start there.
I'm going to go back to checking out what Rob Ford is doing on his first day in office as Toronto's mayor, other than throwing out everything that was done before he got there. We don't have to worry too much in Burlington. Nothing was done for the past four years except bitching and complaining.