I may have mentioned before that every Friday night we watch the week's worth of "Jeopardy!" although I may have forgotten the exclamation point in the past. But it is part of the title. Anyway I was just starting to slice up my beef fajita quesadillas for our dinner when I heard insanely loud cat screams from the garage. I yelled out a few very loud expletives and ran screaming into the garage. I didn't even see the asshole cat from next door although I know it was him, I just saw poor Barney run under the car. Meanwhile, My Sweetie was in here on this computer. He did not hear the cats, but he certainly heard me. So he came running behind me. I told him what was going on and he did a body check on Barney to make sure he was okay. I closed the side door to the garage and came back inside to finish plating the food. (And maybe "plating" is not a real verb, but they use it on the Food Network.)
We sat down to eat and watch "Jeopardy!" and I was HOT. And by hot I mean getting a lot of answers that no one else could get. I may have told you before but our ritual here is that if you answer correctly and none of the contestants get the answer, you yell "AND ONE!" It's a basketball term in case you do not follow sports. What I may not have mentioned is that I also run around and do a crazy end zone dance (which is a football term if you do not follow sports) when I get one. I started to think that the crazy adrenaline rush with the cat fight had somehow stimulated my brain.
We pause the show a lot to do various things and I was clearing the dinner plates and realized my right shoulder was REALLY sore. I figured I must have done something crazy when I ran screaming into the garage. I rubbed some ActiveOn on my shoulder and we started the show again. The next time I had an "AND ONE!" I jumped up and threw my arms up, yelled "OUCH!" and realized that's how I must have disfrinagled something in my shoulder to begin with. I guess I'm getting too old for my crazy. But I doubt it will stop me.