While I was looking for pictures of the last snowstorm, I finally found the picture of our Christmas mantle that I thought I had never taken.
Everyone piled stuff there without any real pattern, sort of a designer's potluck. It has nothing to do with this post, but that's sort of the way February has been going around here.
Here are observations from my snowlog:
1. Cats really, really don't understand glass. Maybe buying a glass computer table to fit into the kitchen corner should have been thought through a little more.
Our cats are already nuts and now they are making themselves crazier than ever by trying to knock pens and papers off the glass. When we clear it, they try to bite each other's paws through the glass. Lots of giant skunk tails and long caterwauls that sound like: rrrrrrreeeeeeewwwwwwwoooooohhhhh. It's like living inside the soundtrack of nightmares.
2. Philip is going to church with me now. Yup, lapsed Catholics that we were. There is a much, much longer story to this, but suffice it to say, my tall boy is now listening to weekly homilies and gospel right next to his mom.And isn't that every 16 year old boy's dream?
3. I am cleaning out my closet. Really cleaning, as in basement and attic scouring, so even the bagged up stuff that I paid a lot for and was going to fit into one day is g
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Hey, Anne! Happy Birthday!!!!
I am so glad that you are in my life.
Love, Ellen
P.S. - It may not be today, but it's close, right?
I've been a little less forthcoming with my kids too. Yesterday, my eldest wanted me to wait over 20 minutes for her in a freezing station while she finished shopping, in Glasgow. I texted her directions to a cafe and went to do my waiting there instead, in heated comfort. And yes -- I used the same WTF? tone she's employed on me! It worked perfectly.
A glass table would confound my cats too. They don't understand going outside to use the toilet when there's such a nice, warm carpet to use instead. Sigh...
Awww, thanks, Ellen, that's really nice of you. I know you don't come online too often, so I appreciate you doing that.
BD is Saturday, so yes, you are very close :)
Right, Mary? My kids, who I have admittedly spoiled with attention, will say to me, "Well, who made me this way?"
Now I say to them, "I can unmake it, too then."
I'm sensing they don't like that so much.
Put cayenne pepper in little bowls of aluminum foil where the cats have decided to make their daily deposits. At least it worked for me on a rubber plant BabyCat deemed her latest potty.
Who says we can't outsmart kids and cats and their senses of entitlement?