An interesting thing happened this week. Rachel and I went on separate vacations and a shrew and a brat stood in our places. We got back from vacation today and welcomed each other back. We decided that it was two cousins that took our spaces, and we are SO glad to have each other again. Welcome back, we told each other tonight before bed. Whew.
It’s been a rough couple of days, but we’re back on track.
And no, it really had nothing to do with the haircut. That was resolved quite amicably in the end.
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Hannah will turn two on Sunday. We’ll celebrate quietly as a family. Her party will be the following week.
My sweet Hannah. Can I put it into words?
I’ll try next week if I don’t get swamped with party preparations.
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I have had Feline Friday envy for too long. Who started the tradition, by the way? I’ll link you here.
I am going to do a stream of consciousness about this photo and set the timer for two minutes.
I think I was in third grade when this photo was taken of me. I loved my cats, but they didn’t like to cuddle as much as I wanted to. This is cheesecake, one of our three cats. She was actually incredibly affectionate and quite neurotic. I had an interesting fashion sense, didn’t I? I like the stripes under the fashion sweater. The bandana on top of it all is an incredibly brilliant move on my part, I think.
Look at my face and look at Cheesecake’s face. Can you see why I longed for a dog growing up. I wanted kisses. She didn’t.
But a great cat. One of a kind. When we took her camping she would follow us for miles on long hikes, like a dog. No, we weren’t trying to lose her out in the woods.
Happy weekend everyone! I’ll be taking the weekend off while I study for a midterm and admire my brand new two year old.
