I'm surprised Di hasn't poosted anything about it yet, so I guess I'll just have to embarrass myself.

She got the biggest kick out of me at the grocery yesterday. normally, we hit it and wander and get what we need, fairly standard. For some fucked-up reason, though, we went yesterday, Bug in tow, early afternoon on a Sunday, for just a few things. Hell, sheer Hell.

Well, my natural tendencies kicked in. I put Bug in the cart, told him to hold on, told Di to keep up, and off I went. I learned the arcane secrets of crowd movement from monks in Tibet, you see...and I have the paranormal ability to steer a fast-moving cart through spaces that shouldn't be large enough for them, take corners at breakneck speds like a professional stunt driver, and avoid all the slow, fat, wild-child-laden mongoloids. DI just thought it was the wildest thing that I got in there, with everybody, got what I neded, got out, and never once hit anything or even realy slowed down.

She also was suprised to see, when she came home for lunch, that I had gotten down and cleaned the entire bathroom, including scrubbing down the shower (which was horrendous). I'm so frighteningly domestic sometimes.

Oops, gotta run. I got laundry ready to be put away.