Hot, lazy Sunday tale

This about sums up the day in the house. While I did do a few chores in the morning before it got too warm, from lunchtime on, this is how much energy was expended. Now, tell me how you *don’t* spend the afternoon lounging on the sofa when this is what I saw all day? (click on the photos to see a larger view) That s-t-r-e-t-c-h Chip does in the first photo was as much as he moved over a 3 hour period. Amber was similarly passed out on the top of the other sofa. I tell ya, sleeping cats are the sure fire cure for insomnia!! You yawn just looking at them (confess, you are fighting the urge to yawn right now, aren’t ya?)

This was one of those days when air conditioning in this house might have been nice. Instead, I brought the fan down from my bedroom and placed it next to the tv so that it would blow over the sofas and I watched baseball and read magazines and dozed like the kitties. Just sitting here at the computer desk is actually too hot even at 7:00pm so I shall tell the dumb waiter tale and head back to the sofa for more reading.

Friday night SP and I went out to dinner at Pappachinos. It’s a nice, cheap, family owned Italian place. Been around for years. Cheesy decor, but good, basic italian food. With perhaps the dumbest waiter I have ever had. Young, italian looking – actually pretty easy on the eyes. He brought our menus and we immediately pointed out that we had no place settings and then we ordered a sprite and a water. He leaves…and returns with nothing but his ordering pad to take our food orders. So, we repeat the first two requests and then place our food order. He returns…with our salads we ordered and nothing else. So, again we ask for a place setting (I think at this point we both forgot to remind him about the drinks!). Now, at this point I wonder if maybe he’s been tasting the cooking sherry or smoking something aromatic out back so I look more closely at his eyes and they are really quite bright and clean if anything! No droopy lids, no bloodshot whites. Nope – he looks quite sober. Also, it was late and there were only about 3 other tables in his area so he most certainly not overwhelmed. So he nods about the place settings and leaves. A few minutes pass…SP cannot wait and starts to eat his antipasto with his hands..which immediately results in some dressing dribbling down his shirt. With no napkins he has no choice but to go to the mens room to clean up. While he is gone, dumb waiter comes back…with nothing in his hands..and asks if we want some water!!! I look at him quite wide eyed (I swear he must have thought I was flirting with him at this point because he sort of raises his eyebrows at me mistaking my incredulous stare for something else!) and I say “Actually, I ordered a Sprite the first time you came by and he wants a water. Can we get those now?” He leaves, I scoot over to an empty table I have spotted with place settings and grab them as I can tell now it is hopeless with this guy. SP returns and I tell him about the latest encounter and now we are just laughing it is so ridiculous. Later, as we are half way through our main meals (drinks actually served) SP asks “Aren’t you supposed to get bread with that?” More laughing. Poor guy. I wonder how he gets through the day. SP described his look as ‘deer in the headlights’ when he asked about the bread – which I did get – as I was almost finished with my spaghetti!