Deborah Lipp

Here’s what I did:

Toast (really good toast, whole grain bread with crunchy nuts in it…good toast)
Bacon (turkey bacon, which I am not here saying to brag about my low-cholesterol goodness, because really, turkey bacon is an idea whose time has not yet come, but it was an experiment)
Fresh tomato (of course)
Sprouts instead of lettuce
And…

Wait for it…

Brie.

The brie melts a little if the bacon is hot.

It is to die.

I have a working computer. I’m kind of swamped, so Tuesday trivia may not go up until this evening.

My computer started turning itself off. We’re replacing one part at a time, trying to see what’s causing it. I mean, first we took out and cleaned the fans. And when that didn’t work I felt like we had to keep trying because now I have the cleanest computer in downstate New York. And then we replaced the power supply (because Gary had a spare) and then we took out the floppy drive (which didn’t work anyway), and then we fooled around with the power switch.

So the only thing left is the motherboard, which is scheduled for replacement tomorrow, and if that doesn’t work, it’s rebuild the whole thing.

Obviously, this interferes with blogging. I’m writing from the library right now. I don’t know if you’ll get a Sunday Meditation. Bear with me.

So it turns out two ants did manage to cross the Great Barrier (actually, the hall) into the kitchen.

I found one drowned in the dregs of a jalepeno martini. That’ll teach ’em.

Ants.

Fucking ants. Why did it have to be ants?

Big ol’ pile of them crawling all over the last remaining cat food kibble when I went to fill the bowl this morning. Also another big hunk o’ ants under the bowl. So I killed me a bunch of ants and cleaned the floor and washed my hands three times and moved the cat food into the kitchen because in the past, the ants have not followed. (I normally feed them in the downstairs bathroom.)

Then I make my coffee and sit and drink and by the way, this morning I lost a pair of shoes. I know, that’s weird. Last week I wore these cute black sandals with a gold ring that would go perfectly with what I’m wearing today and this morning I couldn’t find them in my closet. So after I drank my coffee I went to see if I’d left them in the living room and I notice Fanty poised at the bathroom door looking Very. Alert.

So I look and sure enough the floor is crawling with ants. Very busy ants. They appear to be building a city. Some have little hard hats.

So this isn’t the first time I’ve had ants in that exact spot, and what that means is I know where to find the Raid. Fuck you if you think I shouldn’t spray poison because hey? Ants.

It’s when you go to clean the kitchen counter, and you see these little black specks, and then they move and you realize they’re bugs.

And you think, “At least they’re not mouse droppings.”

Yippee.