December 3rd, 2004


Who knew cats like sinks?

Sometimes I really wonder what's going on in Biko's head.

I prefer to really shine the sink a couple of times a month than do more than wipe it down daily before bedtime. After I left the non-disposal side of the sink soaking and set the little rotary timer to remind me when it's ready to drain, I had just sat down at the computer when I heard a muffled thump and a little water splash in the kitchen. As I looked in the kitchen entrance, Biko was walking away from the sink looking thoroughly disgusted.

As I was typing that last paragraph, I heard more small thumps from the master bathroom and found Biko  in front of the sink and several items knocked over. I shooed her down and straightened up while she hopped on the toilet seat lid, sniffed the shower door, and hopped on the edge of the garden tub.

Now she's sitting on the living room table sticking her nose in a copy of Yankee magazine. I don't think she's reading the recipe for Vermont Cheddar Soup I left it open to, but at least she's not getting into trouble. Crazy cat.

ETA 1400: She was miffed because I didn't put an ice cube in her water bowl when I topped it off this morning, so I was a well-trained cat-owned person and thoroughly washed out her bowl, filled it to just below the rim, and dropped a couple of ice cubes in it before returning the bowl to its regular spot. I believe she was pleased by it. If not, I'll make an offering of tuna.
File under T for TRASH

Ordering lunch at Berryhill Baja Grill is like roulette. I lost.

Hummer = pretentious. End of story.Not really feeling like anything specific for lunch today, we saw a "now open" banner outside the Berryhill Baja Grill at Frankford and Preston. The Hummer outside that said "delicious not pretentious" should have set off all my warning bells.

The cashier that took our order asked specific questions about my choices, so I was initially pleased with their service. I don't know if it was a cash register error since the cashier asked someone else to look at her screen while talking about how she entered a corn dog kids' meal since it didn't have a button, but the mint lemonade and tres leches cake I was expecting was a soda and a kids' quesadilla. (Vogon and Laurel did get exactly what they ordered.) After our food arrived in two trips from the kitchen, I asked the server where the cake was. I didn't see him again before we left.

Bottom line: I'm glad I didn't order anything more complex or I might have gotten something fishy-smelling with my luck today. I sent an e-mail since the location we ate at isn't on their online comment card's drop-down menu. As for the tres leches cake, I'm thinking about asking Vogon if he'll swing by the Taco Cabana on Beltine after work since their cakes are pre-packed and right at the register.