I know that 1975 called and wants its afghan back. My grandmother made it for me. In 1975. It has a little tag inside that reads, "Made especially for you, by Grandma." The "Grandma" is capitalized. It was a preprinted tag, so I am forgiving her for it. Although I remember learning you should cap things like that, Grandma, Grandpa, when they are used in that context. So maybe it was okay.
Perhaps I could get back to the point. The part where Winston and Henry are six inches from each other and Winston is finally not trying to bop Henry on the head. And I am enjoying my skinny, Ichabod Crane arm in the background, there. Is it my right or left arm? It's at an odd angle.
Henry looks like maybe he is rethinking this hanging with Winston thing. And he was right to do so, because a few hours later, I was in the computer room and Winston was on my lap again, and Henry came in and said mew mew mew mew mew as he is wont to do. He is the mewiest kitten I ever met, really. Anyway, he kept doing it, mew mew mew mew, and finally Winston hopped off my lap and bopped Henry on the head. And I'll tell you what. It did shut him up. So that was a plus.
I have to go to work again. Because really, it's important to hear how much you suck eight hours a day. And to add insult to injury, the geese have not trotted out their geese babies yet and I am getting mighty impatient. The good news is that many birds have had nests in several places in our eaves troughs and a coworker let me come into his office to hear the rustling and peeping going on in his office through his wall and it was the cutest thing. I could hear way more peeping than he could because I am a woman and have that whole upper-range hearing that he doesn't, which lead me to try to talk him into trading offices until the birds leave their nest, and you can imagine how that worked.
Catch you on the flip side, Marsha.