Look at this cat. My good friend in Pensacola, who is a self-proclaimed Dog Person, found this tiny thing on her front porch a couple of weeks ago. She and her husband (also a “dog person”) took her in, nursed her back to health, and are looking for a home for her. She’s 11 weeks old.
The cat, not my friend.
Apparently they are magnets for stray, feral cats and have found homes for about 12 cats in the past few years. They kept three cats as pets (Get it? Dog people. Right.) and have room for no more.
We decided that we’re going to adopt this one. :) We haven’t worked out the details since she’s 1,000 miles away. All I know is my friend is over the moon thrilled that we want her and I’m pretty happy about it too.
topshelfdogfood and #romanthepuppy are just gonna have to deal with it.
Look at these pants. They are size 4. Clearly they were not made for a woman with runner’s calves. Hideous. I have this problem with boots too. I’m meeting topshelfdogfood for an after-work cocktail. He won’t care.
Things I think while on my morning run:
What a great day! Today I’m gonna shower then bill about 3 hours of work then I’ll make appointments for the dentist and optometrist. I’ll call the diet clinic. I’ll put in a couple of hours volunteer time at the library then go try out a gym! I will join a gym today! Then I’ll pick up some salad stuff at the store and scrub both showers when I get home and take a quick bath and make dinner.
Things that really happen:
Shower, bill about 3 or 4 hours of work, nap, bill about 3 or 4 hours of work, text Michael to bring home dinner, drink wine.
Stevie Wonder does not get the credit he deserves for the music in our lives. Have you listened to his album ‘Superstition’?
He’s the daddy.
I fell on my run this morning because of my dog and I’m bruised and scraped and in pain. Pretty bad but could’ve been so much worse.
Luckily, pain burns calories.
Today we found not one but two cats (kittens) that seemed as if they’d blend with our little family well but I couldn’t pull the trigger.. It may still be too soon for me.
One thing that comes from spending five days in a row with my sons is that I miss them like whoa right now.
That’s the first time ever in my life I’ve said like whoa. I blame the pain.