"All the orange juice is over" I tell my roommate T.

"Over?", he asks smiling widely. "What do you mean 'over'?

"Over as in over. Over as in done, finished,complete,...over!" I say, puzzled by his question.

"I have never heard that word in that context before."

Welcome to Little India.

"Very soon, you're going to be a white guy in Korea speaking like an Indian, T."

Ahh..Conversions of its own kind.

I did make Creamy alfredo chicken pasta yesterday and garlic bread.

Ed (my other roommate) complimented me quite nicely on how the spices were perfect and it was fantastic. We ended our meal with a strawberry-banana-blueberry-smoothie that was ridiculously yummy and made me want to curl up like the cats, Rosie and Loopy on the floor.

T did tell me yesterday that Loopy was a confused cat. When he had bought the two cats, he was told that Rosie was a girl and Loopy was a boy. Until they went to the doctor to get them neutered when they found out Loopy was a girl too. But Loopy doesn't know he's a desexed-girl-cat-brought-up-as-a-boy-cat.

Poor Loopy.

Explains his name. Or should I say her.