I hate to say it was too quiet today BUT I'm ready to go back to work. That is just, well...sad and so very wrong! I rolled out of bed at the crack of 9:30 and watched/listened to When Harry Met Sally while I read the paper. That is one of my favorite movies and I've probably seen it 50 times. Poor Morty met Mr. Stove again this morning. I was making an egg sandwich and had just moved the skillet off of the hot burner when Morty decided to take a shortcut across the stove to get a drink out of Little Frisky's fish bowl. Did you know cats can dance? Poor little guy, he looked so shocked and gave me a very hurt look like I had done it on purpose. I held his paw under cold water (and have the scars to prove it) and so far his foot didn't blister. He let me put Neosporin on his paw and if he licked it off he had the decency to wait until I wasn't looking.