It has always been "her" downfall.
Statistics.
No problem.
Memorizing a formula, a date or even a phone number.
No problem.
Algebra and Calculus.
BIG problem.
Math = mother of all fur balls (serious stuff)
So around here, we don't speak of math.
Probably explains how "she" manages to mess up dinner quite often. "She" made calzone dough once that was so hard the steak knife wouldn't cut it. Swears "she" got the measurements right..... sure "she" did.
Math. Need I say more?
So can I ask you.....
In a house where math is a very bad word,
how come there are so many numbers around here?!?
Can you say, "a.f.f.l.i.c.t.i.o.n" ???
Good, I thought you could. This is....
Affliction Number One.
Number Lust.
And oh yeah, one more thing. I wanted to let you know, I will be telling you about more of "her" afflictions, additions, obsessions or whatever you prefer to call them.
Why? Because I CAN count and there has NOT been enough kitty treats being handed out to meet my daily quota. Just saying and this is after all MY blog ;) You are game for this aren't mew?!? If not, just let me know and I'm going to sell the information to the local newspaper.....
