First, before explaining…I have to tell you, since the weather has gotten cooler,the cats all race to see who can get in my lap first. It is the warmest spot in the house. Some take a shortcut under the desk, some sprint around and get to the open side of the chair first, while Fannie Mae and Loki are the only two agile enough to just leap up on the desk then down to the lap…a risky maneuver that saves crucial seconds if done correctly.

I’m calling the mad scramble the de-cat-thalon.

So on to the blog topic.

How do you come up with a good title? For a book or anything? And don’t you just hate it when something is so perfect you feel inclined to actually come up with a new idea…so you can use the perfect title you somehow thought up?

Tonight was a wonderful night, all comfort factors in place. We ordered Julie & Julia on pay-per-view, and my boyfriend, David, was cooking beef tips and macaroni and cheese. When he announced it was ready, I paused the movie, came around the counter to wash my hands, and promptly stepped on something soft and mushy. 

“Ew..ew..ew!” I cried, because I am excruciatingly OCD when it comes to raw meat  and am also all too familiar with David’s cooking style. I lifted my foot to inspect, waiting to see a red piece of beef, when he said, “Oh. It’s just an errant macaroni.”

I burst out laughing as I pulled the wet noodle off my foot. “That,” I said, ” would be a great title.”

And so it is. Of a blog entry. Because there is no romance angle in the world I could think of that would justify that name for a book.

Well, I had to share, because I’m giggling even now as I think about it and the crazy man that inspires romance in me every day.

I guess I’ll have to go wash, though, because Daisy, a cat who loves pasta, is performing a sniff-purr combo on my foot.

Desperately searching for the errant macaroni.