Monday's moanings

Well, four people at work asked what happened to my eye. I'm not sure if the rest are just unobservant or too discreet to ask. I went with my friend B___'s suggestion and told them I was in a bar fight (he said the reality was too lame). While they were laughing, I said, "You should see the other guy!" which made them laugh all the more.

I picked up hamburger buns and some sea salt and vinegar chips on the way home for tonight's dinner. Once home, it was back to the To Do list left from the weekend. But first I used the electric sweeper to get up all of Caley's cat hair from all the floors.

Then, I shredded a year's worth of receipts from 2006 (I normally do that over the Christmas break, but this year there was too much commotion). I got 1 1/2 tall kitchen trash bags worth of paper for the garbage.

Next I cleaned out my refrigerator freezer. And redid it and the chest freezer to my new organizational plan: all chicken, stock and ice cube trays on the top shelf in fridge; pork and misc. (like frozen veggies, perogies, pie crusts, etc) on the bottom shelf. All seafood (fish and shrimp, etc.) are in baskets on the little chest freezer, along with all the beef.

Next came dinner. I toasted two of the hamburger buns and put mayonnaise on the bottom and yellow mustard on the top. Then I added two nice hot burger patties (just out of the microwave) in the middle. Some of the chips and two dill pickle spears completed my plate. I ate it watching a taped show from Sunday.

The doorbell rang. It was Tanya (my neighbor and old lawn service person) and her daughter on my porch selling (what else) Girl Scout cookies. I don't eat them of course, but I bought two boxes of the thin mint and two boxes of the Samoa's. Mystery solved: She mentioned that she and her boyfriend had hand-shoveled my driveway and sidewalk. He said they had to with my bad knee and all. So, now I knew who to thank.

She, of course, asked about my eye. I told her I was sticking with the bar fight story. She laughed too.

I went back in and watched more TV until 11:00, then shut the TV and lights off. The last thing I remember was me thinking, "why is me being in a bar fight so damn funny?"