"Ok Ma'am, you're safe now. I locked the tiger in the cage."
Jerri's mixing, and thinking, Tiger? Cage?
"Wait a minute Beans, where's the tiger"?
She follows Beans back down the hall and sees the bathroom door is closed, opens it, and the cat runs out. Ned-Thomas was a happy tiger to be able to escape.
She told me today that every time Ned-Thomas sees Beans coming, he runs to the door to be let outside. I reckon it's safer. :-)
I'm a serious coffee drinker and try not to waste a drop of tasty caffeine goodness, so yesterday I'd gotten busy and the cup I had been sipping on had gotten cool. It was about half a cup so I was going to zap it a few seconds in the microwave and finish it up before washing the supper dishes. I've been in one of my fumble-fingered modes this week so that half cup of coffee wiggled it's way right out of my hand and went crashing to the floor.
It was maybe 4 ozs of coffee, so how in the heck did that little bit of coffee make such a mess? I cleaned coffee from the microwave door, the dishwasher door, under the dishwasher, several square feet of floor, the cabinet doors, my feet, the rug, and I'm still finding coffee splashes.
I woke up tired this morning so I think I'm going to go take a nap. Y'all have a great Tuesday!
