399

Well my friends, this is post number three hundred ninty-nine at The Creamery. I feel the need to celebrate 399 instead of 400 because 400 probably gets so much attention anyway, what with the extra zero's behind the 4 and all. 399, on the other hand, is sort of a rogue number. And we're all about the ROGUE element here. Viva la 399!

Have I told you I have a thing for prime numbers and odd numbers in general?

I am odd.

No really, I'm the third kid in a family of four which makes me both ODD and PRIME.



In other news, I have results from the quotation situation on Monday. No one got them all, though Parkingathome gets lots of credit for coming very close:

Quote #1, in the title of the post, GUESS WHO HAS A CASE OF THE MUNDEES.
Original quote was from Office Space and goes like this, "Uh oh, sounds like somebody has a case of the Mondays!"

Quote #2, I LOVE THE SMELL OF A TO DO LIST IN THE MORNING.
Original quote from Apocalypse Now, "I love the smell of Napalm in the morning."

Quote #3, MOTHER, NO, NOT MOTHER?
Original quote from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels - Steve Martin as Ruprecht, "Mother? No? Not mother?" And might I add that this is a most quotable movie. Another one, "May I take your trident, sir?" and "Ruprecht, if we keep banging our pots we won't have any pots left to bang."

Quote #4, I DON'T WANT TO GO IN YOUR CAR, IT'S ALL VOMITY.
Original quote from The Office, Michael says to Dwight (because Michael needs to take Dwight to the hospital), "I can't take you. I don't have my car and yours is all vomity."

Quote #5, from Bjork, "People are always asking me about Eskimos. But there are no Eskimos in Iceland."

Quote #6, from The Andy Griffith Show, "Opie, you haven't finished your milk. We can't put it back in the cow, you know."



It's also nice to know that other folks have a vomit story (Spadoman, I'm looking at you with the VOMIT in your POCKET????), and I figure I'm in good company with my losing battle for Mother of the Year.



Speaking of MOTY--- I was feeding Alice her dinner yesterday and was surprised with how much she was putting down. Five chicken nuggets? No problem! A handful of green beans? Done! Four whole rice rusks? Finished! ...So I went to give Alice a fifth rice rusk and saw her stash half of it down by her leg. I figured she was done, finally, so I cleaned her up and took her out of the seat.

And this is what I found:


Yes, that would be a good half of the food she supposedly ate. Behold Squirrelly: the Next Generation. I say "next generation" because the kid comes by it honestly. Chip is the squirrelliest squirrel to ever squirrel. Left to his own devices, the guy can squirrel away any treasure between the desk and the back wall, on a high shelf, inside a box that's inside a box that's inside ANOTHER box. These are all purely mundane hiding places for Squirrelly. When we're organizing a room, I regularly have to come back and CHECK to see what new items have been added via Squirrelly McSquirrel.



We finally got down and dirty yesterday and finished installing the cabinet locks in the kitchen. That was AFTER I found Alice sitting on the kitchen floor, quietly crunching away on DRY CAT FOOD. She was eating it like it was CANDY. Cat food-flavored candy.