Last night, Frank and I went to see the Minority Report. Of course, when we arrived, the 9'oclock showing was sold out.
So we went to Barnes and Noble to kill some time (as did about 15 other people who were shut out of the showing). So I was browsing the books, looking at the various displays and whatnot. There was a book called Do Cats Have ESP? I don't know what disturbed me more...that a publishing company put this into print or that it had the marketablity to be displayed with legitimate books on a Barnes and Noble endcap.
Of course, not that I'm much better...dragging Frank to a sci-fi movie that depends on the premise that using little electrodes to extract psychic visions from crack babies will be the new crime prevention.
Today I had a rude awakening...Frank left the front door ajar. As soon as Cleo saw that I was awake, she got this playful look in her eye, and forced the door open, and ran out. I, without my glasses, shoes, bra, or my hair brushed, came bolting through the door and chasing her at full speed. Of course, there were many pedestrians coming from either State Street or the Farmer's Market to witness the chase. When I finally caught up to her, this couple was walking by.
They said, Were you chasing her? It looked like you might be jogging, but then again, you aren't wearing shoes.
I reply,Well, she ran out the door when i wasn't looking, and she doesn't know the city too well.
Well, I never realized a little dog could run so fast...or a little lady.
Oh well, we're tougher than we look.
I think I entertained quite a few folks today.