sometimes lunch is just enough.

i should have realized that last night as i was in the kitchen putting away my lunch bag last night as cath made dinner. we started chatting about our days and i believe i started to tell her how i bought a new red sox shirt when i was in boston last weekend and fatty jumped up on the kitchen table. i told her to get down, twice. fatty glared at me and curled herself on mikes placemat. fine, its his cat, and i don't have to eat there. he can make her get down. well, not a minute goes by and thank god i noticed, but fatty starts licking herself and something plops onto a napkin on the table. "leftovers" from her last trip to the litterbox. i am horrified!!! cath is brave and throws it away and disinfects the kitchen table while choking back puke. strike one..

cath made some sort of salmon filets that she found in the freezer as their entree, noone could remember buying them they were that old. cath took a bite and had to throw out the whole pan. apparently age old dethawed fish is not good. strike 2.

so after the horror of the cat shit on the table passes (it really hasn't still, but we tried blocking it out) i scoop a cup full of zatarrains jambalaya into a bowl for dinner, i get about 9/10ths of the way through and look down at my spoon, sure enough, a dead worm or some sort, like a mealworm. ugh. strike 3...

see. sometimes we're not meant to eat dinner, last night was one of those nights.