Day 3 and stuff

Today I’m saying goodbye to fried chicken and French fries.

Why I love fried chicken:  crunchy skin, tender meat, lots and lots of flavor.

Why I love French fries:  I am a potatoes girl.  I love potatoes.  I love them in just about every fashion: French-fried, hash browned, pan caked, scalloped, boiled.  The only way I don’t like them is in the form of potato chips.

Yesterday after realizing I was out of honey flavored cheerios, I resigned to just plain cheerios.  After pouring my cereal and some milk in a bowl, I set the bowl on the table then left the room to talk to my sister.

In the middle of our conversation it occurred to me that I’d better get my bowl before a roach get in it.  (Yes, a roach.  I live in an apartment in Brooklyn.)  Well, I didn’t find a roach.  Instead I found my cat, Madison A.K.A. Feline Food Foretaster with her head in my bowl.  The plain cheerios and skim milk were obviously so delicious, she didn’t hear my shocked outburst or my uncontrollable laughter.

The ironic thing is, when I put milk in their bowls, neither she nor her sister, Lexi, will drink it.  Apparently milk is more delectable in my bowl.

Oh well, that’ll teach me to leave my food unattended.