Happy Sparkyversary!
I think I win a Good Mommy award. Abby was mildly crestfallen that Nate had a birthday party to attend (his social life has picked up a great deal since he started middle school) so she asked if we could go to lunch or do something fun, since it was just the two of us. Initially, I said no, because I was still feeling crappy, but I felt like a heel, so I pulled on some clothes and we went to Panera for lunch, followed by perusing the sales racks at Justice for some summer t-shirts and shorts.
We also stopped by Petco and petted the kitties up for adoption, including the most adorable Maine Coon named Catherine that we just barely escaped from.
Now we're all back home, I'm back in pajamas, and we have cinnamon bagels from Panera for breakfast tomorrow.
I can haz cookie?
That certainly does deserve a Good Mommy award, Barb.
I'm hungry, but I'm going out to dinner soon, so I figured I'd be good and have fruit rather than something more substantial. I think this is the driest grapefruit I've ever eaten.
You do well to flee from the Maine Coon named Catherine, townspeople. She would shed on your sofas and be cute in your general direction, also would bully your dogs and teach your dust bunnies to dance jigs of derision behind your backs.
Also, if she maded you a tookie, she would have eated it.
Hands Barb a cookie
You definitely won the good mommy award.
We are having dinner with TCG's family tonight. I need to put my game face on and pretend like I am up for being social.
One of my friends in high school had two cats that were part Maine Coon. Those cats were evil. They also hated me. One of them had a habit of getting up and sitting directly in front of any door I wanted to walk through. The cat could be sitting peacefully on the couch for an hour, but the second I got up to go to the kitchen, that cat would race across the room and plant himself in front of the kitchen door and turn and glare at me. It didn't seem to matter which direction I was going -- the cat would follow me into the kitchen, stalk around a bit, and then plant himself in front of the door again when I tried to go back to the living room.
Awww, one of the sweetest kitties I know is a Maine Coon. Tigger was always keen for belly rubs and would spoon with me while sleeping. Sadly, his owners check my luggage every time I leave, so my plans to thieve him are always thwarted.
I once catsat a co-worker's Maine Coon who took four days to stop hiding from me, but once she realized I was a cat-petting sucker, she was all over me. She'd let me get seated on my couch with the tv on, and then hop on top of me, curl up in my left arm, and sit there for as long as I was willing to scratch her head and neck, drooling all the while and purring nonstop. I'd usually have to put her down after an hour because my left arm had gone numb, but she'd be back for another round within the hour.
Happy JZ day. Don't let the marmoting varmint polar bears get you down.
We are having dinner with TCG's family tonight. I need to put my game face on and pretend like I am up for being social.
From time to time sigh 'polar bear' and you will enjoy it more.
