By the time I got home, soggy and chilled from the rain, but my purchases nice and dry in plastic bags (sorry, carbon footprint -- it WET out there), all I cared about was drying off and warming up. All Scully and Max cared about was playing What's In The Bag? What's In The Bag? What's In The Bag? I think that's more of a dog thing, usually -- ya know, those hyper little jump-up-and-down dogs -- but even on a good day, Scully is obsessed with plastic bags and Max is obsessed with ... driving me out of my mind. Hey, everybody needs a hobby.
Bags on kitchen counter. Cats eyeing kitchen counter. Bad combination.
Time to play Let's See How Many Times We Can Get The Human To Say "Leave The Bag Alone!" Many times, it turns out. Many, many times. A whole frickin' sh**load of times, in fact. Because I'm figuring, who knows what germs were on the hands of the store clerks, after handling items touched by innumerable snotty little tots (must be a kid thing -- the need to run their hands over absolutely everything in the store), so could H1N1 be on the bag?
But we're also still playing What's In The Bag? What's In The Bag? What's In The Bag?
Ok, ok, I know when I'm beat. I shuffle over to the counter, one fuzzy slipper on, just a sock on the other foot, and toss the bags into one of the cabinets. Wipe down the counter with hydrogen peroxide. Problem solved.
Fast forward to 1:00 a.m. Go into the cabinet, take out bags to put items away. Discover ...
Brand new tub of cream cheese. Ya know ... WARM cream cheese. Warm, should've been refrigerated cream cheese. Warm, too damn expensive to throw out, but out it's gotta go anyway cream cheese.
Two cats watching the human wail, "Aggghhhh!" I swear I heard them chuckling. Like I said, everybody needs a hobby. And Drive The Human Crazy is a fun one.