We were watching the Devil Wears Prada after dinner.  The cat was meowing hysterically and dying for attention.  The dog was barking fiercely due to irrepressible jealousy.  I called the cat and let her know that she could jump up and sit in my lap so I could pat her.  The idiotic thing absolutely refused to jump up because I did not sit and position myself the way she liked it.

Me:  “Kill her.  Kill her now.  Dog!  Bite the cat.”

On the TV screen, Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep) was delivering the ultimate zinger.

Miranda:  “Is there some reason that my coffee isn’t here? Has she died or something?”

I turned to Matt after laughing uncontrollably.

Me:  “When can I be like her?”

Matt:  “You ARE her already!!!”