This morning's drama

I got up this morning, performed my ablutions, made sure that the world hadn't ended (ie, listened to the news), made breakfast, woke HWMBO up, and started on my toast and coffee.

HWMBO came downstairs, entered the kitchen, and screamed "A snail!" There was a very long sinuous slug on the kitchen countertop.

Now when I started making breakfast I folded up the rag that we use to wipe the countertop, and saw a trail across it, but of course didn't believe it was a slug or a snail--how could such a thing get into our kitchen when we hadn't had the door open for ages. I just thought it was some artifact of the last time we wiped the counter, and thought no more about it.

I thought of putting salt on it, but HWMBO would have been even more squicked out by what happens to slugs when you salt 'em. I didn't think of taking a picture beforehand, drat. I opened the back door, took a piece of cardboard, scooped up the slug and slung it into the garden.

Compared to the slug, the rest of the day ought to be fairly sedate.

Today's earworm

Unfortunately, after hearing this song at St. John's Christmas Concert Saturday night, I can't banish it from my brain.

You can actually listen to it here, if you dare...and if you're in the US. It doesn't work for non-US addresses, I discovered.

Not that I need to hear it again, of course.

Today's Child Care URL

If your husband thinks he's too macho to change the baby's nappies from a baby blue or pink nappy bag, then buy him this. Guaranteed to make even the most macho father dissolve into tears of joy when he gets out the bag and takes the baby for a stroll.

Update: I see that for almost a year this entry suffered from grocer's apostrophe. I have removed the offending punctuation mark.

Today's Skating URL

Thanks to Ronslog, you can see the latest Saudi Arabian craze.