Especially happy ginger day!

Evolution! Before our very eyes.



I was off for much of this week. Having a few days off for me is quite the luxury. Normally I am forced to spend time sitting at my desk, gazing out the window at the birds- by the by, we have not one but two new robins competing for Napoleon's garden- dribbling and sweating over my computer, afraid to leave lest I be sucked into the gaping maw of day dime television. A fate worse than death surely, for I have seen Jeremy Kyle.
So no, I was off, which naturally led me to hoochy lunches with the Spaniard, films were watched-Wanted is quite entertaining in a totally ridiculous way- books were read, wine was quaffed and television was once more asked up for a slow set.
And it was due to television watching that my greatest fetish came startlingly unexpectedly to life.
T'was a wet and wooly Irish summer evening. I'd had my fill of dinner and I was happily ensconced in my favourite chair, Puddy on my lap, wine by my elbow, remote controls glued to my hands. I had been flicking idly through the stations and eventually came across Scrubs, you know, that show about doctors and nurses. Now I like Scrubs, well, let me rephrase that, I like Dr Kelso, Dr Cox and the evil Janitor, the rest of them can all go catch leprosy for all I care. In fact in JD's case I would like that to be super-leprosy with a side order of Ebola.
Anyhoo, I hadn't seen this episode and Kelso was doing the rounds so I watched. And then it happened. Something so glorious and so wondrous that my breath caught in my body and for one brief moment I almost believed in god.
Yes, that's right. Carrot-top, whom previously I had only worshipped in 1-d form (though he peppers my dreams in many ds) was suddenly right there, Pinocchio like.
'He's alive... ALIVE!!!!' I said to Puddy, clutching her to my chest. She made a sound that led me to believe she was ALMOST as thrilled as I was.
And oh, the rain did stop and the skies did clear, I heard music and saw stars. Then I realised that if Gingerlovemuffin was on Scrubs then in all likelyhood he was on Youtube, and so it came to pass that I Fatmammycat can cheerfully admit I have spent MANY an hour tracking down every clip I could of my rightangledcurlyfrecklednomnomington and have eeeeeed over them all.
Bless you Kelso. I mean that from the bottom of my tar-pit heart.