Betrayed!

So last night, instead of doing laundry, we went out and had a great meal of pizza (with cooked proscuitto- delicious) and beer and soda. Then we drove a coworker home.

So although the city looks tiny, there are more little roads than capillaries in your hand. Minuscule, barely two tires wide, 35 degree angles up and down, horn honking when the street is blocked by an empty car, two point turns to get into another street because the building corners are so close... I hit the passenger mirror on a parked car's mirror last night (the mirrors all collapse so no damage was done to either car). Honey was not amused. Nor did she find the mile backwards down the hill as fun as I did. The screaming for me to turn around clued me in (of course how to turn around in those streets was the problem), maybe it was the headlights from the line of cars following us-in front of us- shining in her eyes that made her nervous. It was, I believe, a masterpiece of driving, my piece-De-resistance, my Sistine Chapel, my laughing the only sound in the car. I don't think Honey appreciated my 007 driving.

Since we did not do laundry last night, we started it this morning. That was an hour ago. The cats are still watching the front-loader. Toulouse spent several minutes batting the washing machine like an unfaithful friend when we first started it. He was very disappointed that it turned noisy and its insides moved and churned. All this time he figured that nice, solid, block of metal was there to block the world and shelter his favorite sleeping spot. Even Kireina is entertained. And then there was the spin cycle. That orange cat can jump straight up, turn 180 degrees, and flip upside down, all in the same ninja move. Too bad the flooring was tile and he had no traction when he tried to sprint away.