A series of howlarious events!

Sometimes I feel like Lucille Ball. I'm not as gorgeous as her, nor do I have a Dezzie. But my life is definitely as happening. Savor the following samples. All of which occured within the last 24 hours.

Exhibit A: Roomie and I decide to get Pizza for dinner. I place the order, and we drive to pick it up 20 minutes later. Man at the counter asks for my name. I tell him my name. He says..we have no order by that name. But we do have an order for a Bharu. Roomie giggles. I fume. Its Charu, I say. Oh, I'm sorry Pharu, he says. I give up. Roomie is rolling on the floor. Since coming to America I have resigned myself to being called Shaaru, or even Sharooo without a shrug. I've even been called Chalu.(yeah, yeah, I know!) But even back home, my name has been a source of grief. I once had a birthday cake that said "Happy B'day Gharu". No kidding. Gharu. No matter. I shall have my revenge. My daughter will go by Akhilandeshwari Kanakasubramanian. Or if its a boy...Trimbayaknath Vidyavachaspati.

Exhibit B: HZ accompanied me to the mouse room yesterday. He wanted to take a closer look at some of them. Make sure they weren't cross-eyed or anything. He took 5 mice out and placed them on top of the cage. I was just about to tell him they were 17 days old, and hence rather frisky. One of the mice decided to show him just how frisky it was. It jumped out of the top of the cage, out of the hood, and onto the floor. Yep. A mouse had escaped. Like a typical woman, I squealed. HZ was running around the room trying to catch it. How to catch a tiny mouse that runs pretty quick? I told him about the large pair of forceps placed in each room expressly to catch escapee mice. He then ran around the room some more, brandishing said forceps. Finally, he came panting up, mouse in tow. The site of my boss trying to catch a mouse is one I shall never forget. I laughed fit to kill. HZ had his revenge for my inappropriate laughter though. He made me double-kill 13 mice. CO2 followed by cervical dislocation. When you CO2 them, they pee. So my gloves were covered with mouse pee. Suddenly, it all seemed distinctly unfunny.

Exhibit C: I decided to make sambar and beans curry this morning. As you know, you have to mix the beans as you cook them. I needed my kitchen tongs, which were in the bathroom (you know why!), to hold the pan steady. So, I fetched them from the bathroom, After I finished cooking, I decided to take a shower. I step into the tub, all ready to bathe. I can't open the tap. 'Cos my kitchen tongs are in the freakin' kitchen. I dress, come back out, and place it in its rightful spot, by the bathtub. I take it back out of the bathroom after I'm done though. Evil glint in eye. Roomie wasn't awake yet. 2 hours later, she stomps to the living room, where I'm leisurely eating the sambar sadam. "Why the Eff is the pakkad in the kitchen?", she asked. "I had to dress and come back out to retrieve it."
"You shouldn't laugh when people get my name wrong then, should ya?", I say.