A day of bitter ironies with hints of sweetness
I spent this fine evening at a fried food party, thrown in celebration of puppet porn. As we arrived, Twinkies were coming out of the fryer. That's right, deep-fried twinkies. I avoided fried foods like the plague for a few years, so I was tempted to indulge. The irony: the host, hostess, and everyone present except my friends were all morbidly obese. Not just fat, obese. Nothing is more effective at getting you to say no to deep fried goodness like looking at the chubby fingers trying to hand it to you. I still had a bite.
Then I wondered if it would have been better if the fried food fest was hosted by obsurdly skinny people. No wait, not the ones who puke it up, the ones who can eat the whole plate of fried twinkies and beer dogs and tempura cookie dough and other bits of golden goodness every day if they wanted to and still be super skinny. I'm not fat, but I think that's partly because I don't eat like the hosts of this party. It might be nice though. Fried cookie dough is good.
The greatest irony of all: they drink diet soda. Go figure.
In other ironic news, I received my performance evaluation with a decent raise...along with written notice that I may be terminated if I ever attempt to take a day off and make up for it later. That means I'll be missing my sister's bachelorette party in Vegas, but the event that triggered this was worth it. In retrospect, I should have called in sick and I would not have had to worry about working to make up the day, but like the good little worker-bee I am I tried to do the right thing and tell the truth and make up the time later. Oops. I can't wait to work for Chief R. again so I can do the right thing without fear of punishment.
Lastly, I love my new dog but now my cat hates me. Seriously. She ran away last night, and came back this evening just to eat, then left again. I miss Muffin, and I worry about her being in the canyon at lone. Sleeping kitty makes a great coyote meal. I also know I cannot force her in because she's too rebelious and independent. She was stray before I got her six months ago, and it took me a long time to build a trusting relationship so I could talk her into coming inside if I needed to or if it were dangerous, and otherwise let her run free. After Jango broke down the screen door to chase her around she is far less trusting of the indoors, and I miss my loving Muffin. Sigh.
