Hump Day

Good morning, class.

I woke up and apparently that was the wrong thing to do, since all manner of weird crap has happened since then.

First off, I stumbled to the bathroom, because that's what you do first thing upon waking. Even before taking the dogs outside (which isn't the case if you have a puppy. Puppies go outside before anything. Important safety tip).

The bathroom door is closed, the stopper is plugging the sink and the toilet lid is closed. Those of you living with men know that at least one of those things never happens when a man is in the house.

So I popped my head into Alan's office, though I didn't say anything because he was on the phone at the time. What I would have said was "WTF..." since at some point between him waking up, and me waking up, he'd rearranged his office. Okay, fine. Something scary is going on, but I didn't ask.

Instead, I went to clean the kitchen. Since I have to let the dogs out anyway, and there's no tv or radio or people talking in the kitchen, this is the perfect 'first thing in the morning' activity. I can't stand chatter and noise when I first wake up. It's like fingernails on the chalkboard. Anyhow. Clean the kitchen, get all the trash together so Alan can take it to the dump.

Alan is off the phone, comes into the kitchen, grabs a coffee cup and fills it with water, and walks back toward his office. Now I'm insanely curious, so I follow.

"Do I want to know?" I ask warily.

"Probably not." He replies.

Which, of course, means I definitely want to know.

"Then you better tell me." Which makes perfect sense in Cassie's world.

"I've decided to practice Feng Shui. My desk now faces east. I need water in a glass vessel in the center of my work space. The bathroom door has to stay closed, and the toilet seat and the sink have to be covered."

"I see. If this works, are we headed toward voodoo? I just need to know." I'm actually semi-serious about this.

"Nope. No voodoo." And I'm certainly hoping he's at least semi-serious, as well.

"Okay. Because if I wake up some morning and there's chanting and sheep's entrails hanging from the walls, we're going to have to have a talk." I'm definitely serious about that.

"Nope, no chanting, no sheep's guts."

"Excellent."

We're just going to leave it at that, and see what happens.

So.

How's everyone this bright and shiny Wednesday afternoon?

Curiosity...

Does anyone else out there have little rituals or traditions or habits that are just "Don't ask" type things? Such as, you start to explain why, and in the end it's just easier to say "Don't ask."?

For example. We have two sets of two coffee mugs. One is grey, one is blue. Alan always uses the grey coffee mugs, I always use the blue. And Alan, Mr. Put-down-the-toilet-seat-and-plug-the-sink, asked why he can't use my blue ones. And I started to explain, and in the end, I just looked at him and said, "Don't ask."

Which worked, by the way.

But the question is, what are your quirks? I guess this is my version of the 'idiosyncrasy' meme that went around a while back.

Discuss.

I shall spam your F-list...

Meh.

This article just makes me... meh.

I hate the idea that the government can request this type of information. This doesn't happen in other countries, does it? Why is it happening here? Aren't we all freedom of speech? Can we amend the constitution to include freedom of google? Please? Anybody?

( Full article under the cut for those who aren't registered with nytimes.com... )