The monitor started doing the Blink-blink. Blink. Blinkblinkblink-thing again so he switched it off and took a break. Things were going smoothly. Too smoothly – it was making him nervous. He decided to up the ante. Brushing red cat hairs from his black sweater and black jeans, he walked downstairs.
“Honey, I…”
“You’re not scattering red cat hairs throughout the house, are you?”
“No, I…”
“Because I had the cleaning lady here today.”
“No, I just wanted…”
“You know they’re delivering the new harp in a few minutes. And you remember how clean their house was when we were there.”
“Yes, yes. No problem. I just wanted to suggest we go on that diet again.”
“What, the one that made us both dizzy and forgetful?”
“Yes, I even had cheekbones there for a few days, before the pendulum swang back.”

So we’re doing some movie star diet this week, is what it boils down to. Only two and a half days and I’m already cranky and crazy. On the plus side, I’ll feel better about myself when we go to the spa next weekend and frolic in the luxurious healing waters and pig out at the buffet.

On the really, really big plus side, Beta now has a beautiful new concert harp. Woet.