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.