Cat, I'm a Kitty Cat, and I Dance Dance Dance...

[alx88rules]

So I was looking through my fridge for a snack. I then decided that chocolate milk would be a good idea, because, well, it always is. I can't think of a single time chocolate milk let me down. Ever. It's one of those constants in life like death, taxes, and teddy bears. So I grab the milk out of the fridge, and start looking for the choclate syrup. The Hershey's stuff, not the powder. The syrup is really the way to go. And in any house I live in, I always expect to have one container of syrup in the fridge ready to use and one in a cabinet, backing it up just in case I run out. So I look where the syrup is supposed to be. But it's not there. So I look in the backup spot. Not there. At this point I start freaking out, ready to throw the almost full gallon of milk in my hand at something. How could we not have chocolate syrup in the fridge? It was unheard of. Then the second before I went completely apeshit, I found it. Lying down, in the back of the top shelf. No wonder I couldn't find it. Someone had disrespected the Hershey's Chocolate Syrup. Overlooking this fact, relieved I had found the chocolate syrup at all, I made my chocolate milk. It was good. Very good, in fact. Made my day.

I believe that is all. Except the whole I'm home thing. Which is why I was freaking out about chocolate milk. At school they have it ready in the cow. Mass produced, but still good.

And the Kitty Cat Dance is amazing. Almost as good as the Ultimate Showdown.