curmudgeon

I want to be a curmudgeon when I grow up. There were these books, The Cat Who Came for Christmas and The Cat and the Curmudgeon, that we had lying around the house when I was growing up. I read them. I aspired to be a curmudgeon. And to own a cat. Sometimes I pretend to be a cat because unfortunately I'm allergic to them.

I spent a couple of hours this morning chopping vegetables for a chili we're making in the slow-cooker crockpot thing we got as a Christmas present. I hope it's good. Chopping vegetables for two hours is tiring. Cats never have to chop vegetables for chili.