The case of the disappearing pizza

 I really love Saturdays.  Wake up early, do laundry, get tons of stuff done, then play frisbee for hours.  It's perfect.  I especially like it when it works out so that my friend drives my car home and I ride on the motorcycle :)


Mika loves to sit right on top of my clean folded laundry waiting to be put into drawers.


Last night a friend and I ate probably 2/3 of a frozen pizza.  It was a late late night (we didn't even eat until 11) so I didn't bother to cover the rest of the pizza before I went to bed.  When I woke up it was GONE!  At first I thought maybe I woke up in the middle of the night and ate it and didn't remember.  Definitely not impossible...but you would think I would remember that.

Then I found some crust on the ground.  And a mangled piece of crust left in the pan.  The evidence is starting to point to MIKA.  I couldn't 'believe she could eat that much pizza, crust and all so I looked all over my apartment to see where she might have hidden it, or maybe where she threw it up or something.  Nothing.  Pizza is totally gone.  The next thing I did was let her outside so that if/when she does throw it up it will be outside and not on the carpet :)

Dang.  This cat is full of surprises.

Grateful things:

1.  I play frisbee with a girl who I JUST realized gave me a trumpet lesson 10 YEARS AGO!  What in the world?!  She is a pro trumpet player now, literally, that's what she does for work.  Maybe I should have kept taking lessons!  Anyway, I'm grateful that I ran into her again because she is really awesome and lives really close to me!

2. I went to a frisbee game yesterday that was a bit more high level than what I have been playing.  I was a little too shy to play for the first while, but everyone there (basically all guys) was really nice and encouraging.  I really really appreciate that, and it's always fun to play with people who are better than you because you learn so much!

3. Sweet ladies in the temple when I had a bit of a clothing emergency yesterday.  Those people are seriously so nice.  No one can turn an awkward situation into 'not a big deal' like a sweet temple worker.

4. A book I have been wanting to read "Attached" is finally available at the library

5.  My friends are back from Spring Break!

6. Job change and understanding bosses

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