It’s Friday! I’d happy dance but I’m too sore from chores.

I planned to post a list of revelations and other deep thoughts I had this week. But I didn’t write them down and now I don’t remember them.

There was something about how unbelievably comfortable a good couch is after a stressful week.

But never fear, for I have a cat and therefore can always find something to write about.

I was eating potato chips. A piece broke off. Torii pounced, knocked it off of my chest onto the floor, snarfed it off of the floor, and ran off before I could do more than blink.

What the hell, cat? Oh well, it was a small bit. How bad could it be?

Not bad for her. But really, I should know better than to jinx myself like that.

She’s fine. Probably writing her on blog post about how she stole a potato chip right under the hooman’s nose.

So, here’s how I assume it went down. Torii runs off with her booty in her mouth. Gosh but it’s salty. She’s thirsty. She gets a good long drink at her fountain, dropping the potato chip into the water. Because as anyone with pets and a pet fountain knows, that’s what they do.

Later, I pull myself off of the couch for the next round of chores — including cleaning the fountain and replacing its filter.

And I find the potato chip, soggy but not yet completely dissolved, clogged inside the narrow bit where the water fountains out.

That. That’s what damage she can do with a small stolen bit if potato chip.