telophase: (Yachiru - happy smiley)
telophase ([personal profile] telophase) wrote2009-01-17 03:45 pm
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Eeee!

The cats are snuggled up together! And are not fighting!

Pics later - heading out to look at food processors shortly.

[identity profile] dremiel.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay! I'm jealous - we're still at the dog on guard/new cat on the upper bunk stage at out place. Then again it is only day three.
chomiji: Chibi of Muramasa from Samurai Deeper Kyo, holding a steamer full of food, with the caption Let's Eat! (Muramasa-Let's eat!)

[personal profile] chomiji 2009-01-17 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)


We have a food processor - a very good one. It sits in its box in the pantry and comes out maybe once a year! Unless I have a huge amount of stuff to chop/cut, a knife is so much simpler and leaves so much less to wash ... .


[identity profile] telophase.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
I've been grating my fingers too much on the cheese grater, and I have RSI in my wrist, so kneading/mixing/chopping motions, when indulged in for too long, are exquisitely painful. :D
chomiji: Chibi of Akira from Samurai Depper Kyo, looking abashed, with the caption My Bad (Akira-sorry)

[personal profile] chomiji 2009-01-18 02:24 am (UTC)(link)


OK, makes sense, then!



Cheese graters are evil. I remember leaving the 6-yr-old Young Lady with my mom-in-law one time, and we came home to discover that Grandma had let her grate cheese. Nothing terrible had happened, but I remember that instant of Sheer Horror when I assumed that it had.


[identity profile] the-z.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Glancing over this entry, I totally misread the last line as "heading out to look at ancestors." c_c

[identity profile] telophase.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
I was going to trade my ancestors in for some new ones. The old ones are too dusty and unfashionable.

[identity profile] the-z.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
One has to keep fresh ancestors. What would the neighbors think? (not to mention the cats)