I don't know what set her off. It could have been anything really - she'd been skulking around the house all morning like a wounded bear. I tried to talk to her and she growled at me. I tried to hug her and she pushed me away. Chloe was in a bad mood, and she was determined to stay that way.
Here's a great tip from Julian Wilson: "New slacks and jackets frequently have size tags and other informational tags held on by what amounts to being plastic "staples" that have little "T" ends. If you just cut the plastic on the other side of the tag, the whole thing can come apart and the small plastic pieces may get lost in the material of the clothing and irritate you when wearing it. Just put a piece of masking tape across the "T" before cutting the other side. This will keep the small plastic pieces from getting lost.
Is there anything more annoying than having your trash bag fall down into your trash can? Actually I don't have this problem anymore because I buy fitted trash bags specifically made for my trash can. (Yes it is a waste of money, but it is one of my few indulgences.) If you don't want to buy fitted trash bags, here's your tip: Cut off the elastic waist band from an old pair of panty hose and use it to hold the trash bag in place.
Chloe and Cole were discussing one of Cole's boo-boos. Chloe said he'd heal up and his boo-boo would fall off. While not scientifically accurate, I was amazed (and amused) at her understanding of the human body's ability to heal.