Yaya is away on her customary New Year vacation so I am doing the household chores. My body is full of little wounds. The kitchen is so hazardous that it should be barricaded! I get stabbed not by knives but by forks and spoons while doing the dishes and these as-seen-on-tv wonder tornado mops are not easy to use! Can I go back to the office tomorrow?
I made the New Year's Eve dinner last night. It was hardly edible but Kayla and Mom gamely cleaned their plates. Why is it that when I watch chefs cook they always say add a pinch of salt here and there but my pinch of salt turns out either tasteless or too salty every time. Their couple of minutes on each side result in nicely seared, tender, juicy slabs of animals while mine turn out tough, dry, pale and unappetizing. I'm making ready-to-cook breaded chicken and simple tomato pasta for lunch so this may be better. I ought to have mercy on my family and stick to take-out.
I read a post from PAWS about how to protect our pets during the noisy New Year celebration. They do NOT like watching fireworks. No, they don't stare at the dancing lights in wonder but in fear. They do NOT like the noise as it is amplified a gazillion times for them. Poor babies. Bawzie was particularly scared last night and he showed it by acting like a cat. He slunk against my legs, climbed on to my lap whenever he could and had a horrified look on his face all night long. Chikoy and Mojee Boy were their usual fierce selves bouncing on their paws, challenging each explosion with hoarse little barks. Cukay, of course, ignored all the excitement and slumbered with her nose touching the leg of my chair. They are catching up on sleep now, happily dreaming puppy dreams, yipping and paws twitching.
I, on the other hand, need to go back to housework!
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