Things that are too good to be true

There are some things that sound awesome that will just never happen. Consider:

1. Winning the Powerball. Or even Scratch-Its. No matter how often or how much I play, I never win anything significant. I think I need to move to Kansas or Iowa--people there seem to win Powerball jackpots a lot recently, even if they are *only* $15 million.

2. Those "free" laptops, iPods, $500 gift cards, Xboxes, __fill in the blank with whatever you might want__. This one might be a little more attainable than winning the Powerball, but the pain and suffering you have to go through to cash in is rarely worth it, unless you're obsessive about canceling trial memberships and you don't care if your credit gets pulled for a bunch of new credit cards.

3. Three cats in my house that get along. For christsake. We've had Max the kitten for, what, 8 weeks now. He gets along with our other two girls separately just fine, but the two girls STILL freak out on each other. Manga's still locked up in our room, with baby gates in the door so that she won't get out and Miji won't get in. Max can climb them though. This leads into...

4. A decent night's sleep. I sleep with a big body pillow. I love it. Manga has realized this and claimed it as her bed during the day when we're not in the room. This is problematic at night when, because she's a cat, the pillow supposedly is still her bed. I swear, I had to shove/push/throw/drop her off of my head/arm/chest/side so many times last night that I can't count them.

5. Pumpkin ice cream. Oh, wait. That's not too good to be true. It exists. There's a local grocery store here that carries Snowqualmie brand of pumpkin ice cream this time of year, which far surpasses anything made by Breyer's, Dreyer's, or any other mass produced ice cream. However, it may as well be too good to be true during the week when it's not our free day. I managed to make a pint of it last the whole month of September since we could only eat it on Saturdays. That's just unheard of from me. One pint of ice cream in the house for a month? That's crazy talk.