cubes, ketchup, and comfort

Who knows why this gives me so much joy but I can't tell you how happy it makes me to open the freezer, grab the icecube tray, and have it be full of perfectly formed icecubes. Maybe its because it happens so rarely. So often it only has one or two mini-cubes and the other tray is empty on the counter. Regardless of the reason its true, I love full icecube trays.
Steve Villa shoveled our sidewalks which made walking from my car into the house yesterday morning in high heels much less painful than earlier walks in the snow were. He is a saint.
Wally had a brother. Or a sister. Any name suggestions, Lettie?
Friday night Andy and I babysat my cousin Madeline who is four. While we were playing with her hermit crab, Crabby, she told us, "I like how it feels when he walks on my hand but when he goes up my arm it feels like ketchup." Ok....
The floor in my room is visible. This is good. My laundry still hasn't been done. This is not good.
A conversation between housemates:
"I liked it 'You're not my pocket monkey.'"
"No no, 'I'm not your puppet monkey.'"
"Same difference."
Comfort food is a strange thing. How do certain foods just automatically soothe some people and not others? There are probably even people who hate the same food that to me is comforting. Matt Incorvia believes chocolate chip pancakes can solve any problem. Homemade nachos and burritos calm me down. Maybe I'll go make some right now. Not because I need to be calmed. Just because.
:end sidenote