Out in the hall

So.

We stop at WaWa (convience store) tonight after The Mayor's karate belt test. (green belt now, yippie).

He gets a hot dog and some cookie milk. I'm preparing a salted carmel hot chocolate al-la Tola.

The boy looks at my drink and asks "Is that out in the hall?"

me: "eh?"

him: "Out in the hall, you know, out in the hall"

me: "Huh?"

him: "Because I want a taste and I don't want to be knocked out"

me: "ohhhhhhhh. you mean Alcohol. Oh. No, there is no out in the hall in here"

Really, its not like we're big drinkers. less than one a month. I have no idea where he got the bit about being knocked out- 'prolly the bus.

Mishap says: "Time to eat?"

At least someone is using the kitty pi.

oh, did I tell you her story?
Her previous owner came into the vet's office, handed her to a guy in the waiting area. Said "hold my cat, I left my wallet in the car, be right back".
Never came back.
Poor kitty.

So along comes me and there ya go. a 2nd cat. vet gives her a makeover and a clean bill of health and here she is.

She is very sweet and lovey. So far is ignoring Maeve (who stil have not forgiven us for Gunnar, almost 3 yrs later and has crazy kitty potty mouth everytime she sees Mishap- I have not idea where she learned such language)
Missy does not like Gunnar either, but we're working on it. She gave hime a nice roundhouse punch in the nose today. sigh.

Oh and we pick up the puppies tonight.
Story later.
I really should update about my knitting but that would require more brain cells than I have left at this point ;)