I have the day off today because it's Good Friday. I remember last year when I was in the interview process and they said, "You won't be able to reach us on Friday because we have the Good Friday holiday off" and I was all woo-hoo! Hope I get to work there! I've never worked anywhere that you got Good Friday off. Not even when I worked at a church.
I have already started a load of laundry and have begun putting dishes away. I also plan to cut more of that ridiculous monkey grass and to wash the floors. You can see I have a fun-packed day planned for my bad self.
When I let Tallulah out this morning it was a nice day so I went in the backyard with her, and I saw this:
When our cat Ruby died a few weeks ago, we buried her in the back yard and planted a day lily on her grave site, and today her lilies bloomed, just in time for Easter. So pretty!
Speaking of Easter, our neighbor Peg brought over a nice basket for us the other day:
Who loves her some neighbor Peg? There's a little note pad, and some spray from Bath and Body works, plus chocolate that is mostly gone already, as you can imagine.
Of course, one of us here does not technically celebrate the Easter, even though he had no trouble shagging his religion to break into my Cadbury eggs. His family sent him some Passover things, and even though I do not technically celebrate Passover, I had no trouble breaking into his macaroons or mandel bread:
See our two holidays peacefully coexisting on the counter, along with the corkscrew? Isn't it a beautiful thing?
Speaking of peacefully coexisting, I got this nice shot of Francis in the middle of growling at Tallulah:
He looks like a vulture. I like Winston's expression. Winston, who has never gotten that riled up about anything in his life, finds Francis a constant mystery. We all do, really.
Speaking of cats, I thought maybe I'd mosey on down to the shelter today and just seeeeeeeee who was down there needing a home. Maybe. Because we're out of cats. This measly two-cat household is sorely lacking. Is all I'm saying. So that look up on Francis' face, above? Yeah. Get used to it. Maybe.