Sometime I feel like I just can’t win…
This evening I am hosting a Pampered Chef Sip and Dip party. Amy is making a delicious sounding punch that I can’t wait to try and nachos followed by a chocolate and peanut butter torte. Yum!!!
Yesterday after I got home from work, I spent a large part of the evening cleaning house. It was the same this morning. First I got C ready for school (today is school picture day, by the way!) and J and I walked C to the bus stop and got him off to school. We came home and while J took toys upstairs to the playroom, I cleaned some more. I must confess, the house looks really nice!
After lunch J and I were both pretty tired. I got J in bed for rest time and I stretched out on the living room couch for a little break. Not too long passed and I see Tara, the cat, really agitated.
Oh, I must go back in my story - After getting C on the bus, J and I returned home and while he played with his scooter, I changed the lights in the light fixture at the front porch. While I am busy doing this, 2 things happened:
1. J drops a glass jar in the garage that contained a lot of brass screws (he obviously got tired of the scooter…) and
2. J started chasing a lizard in the garage and excitedly came to tell me about it.
Back to my story. Tara is very agitated and I glance at her to see what is the matter. Oh, no. (well, to be exact, “Oh, no” isn’t the phrase that first hit my brain…) Tara is walking through the foyer with a lizard in her mouth. Capture! I call, “Kitty, Kitty, Kitty” and get up to open the back door. Who knows?! Maybe she is smart enough to take the lizard outside. Nope. She dropped the lizard on the living room floor so she could play with it. Stupid cat!
Tara and I spend the next 30 minutes chasing the lizard back and forth while it is under the bookcase in the living room. Finally I catch it with my kitchen tongs. Eww. The tail came off. (The lizards around here - or salamanders - whatever they are, have the icky quality of losing their tails if they are in danger of being caught.) I finally catch the rest of the lizard and fling it outside.
Yes, the kitchen tongs are in the trash. (They could be sanitized, but, um, NOT GONNA DO IT!)
And as I write this post J is in the living room chasing Tara. I’ll go put him back in bed.
Amy - I need a new pair of kitchen tongs as part of my Pampered Chef order…
Ewwww!!! Are you in Texas? When we lived in College Station we always had lizards getting in the house, whether by themselves or brought in by our dog. I refused to touch them but like you, HAD to get them out of the house… And their tails always fell off meaning I had to flush TWO squiggling things down the toilet. (Sorry, no mercy from me… I flushed them every time!)
Comment by nancypants | 08.26.2008 | 10:05 pm