You know I love it when they're all three in the hole like this. Look at Fran, gettin' all romantical with the wall, there. And Henry just might as well be a grownup cat at this point. Didn't his kitten days fly by? Well, the part where EVERYTHING IS A TOY and ALL MUST BE CLAWED has not passed.
I do not know why that hole is there. This kitchen used to not exist at all. What is now our dining room used to be the kitchen, and then someone said, Oh, let's turn that into a dining room, then let's take the tiniest sliver possible and turn it into a teeny teeny kitchen.
And then that room beyond the cats used to be a screened-in porch, and they turned it into a room. So, why is this here? It was never a window leading to the back yard. Sometimes we think about knocking it down altogether, so you can just walk into the back part. But then where would the cats sit?
I don't feel AS bad today. Keith Richards was not staring back at me in the bathroom mirror, so that's always a plus. Naturally this means I'm going to try to do 85 loads of laundry, cut back my salvia, and plant grass in the back yard today. Because it's important I have a relapse, like Almanzo Wilder when he got out of bed too soon after diphtheria.
Yesterday I read a lot of our new book club book, The Glass Castle, and it is good. But that's all I will say about that. I don't want to ruin our stimulating book club discussion on November 7. That's for Sleeping Beauty to do.
Oh! And I know you're shocked that I forgot to announce comment of the week yesterday, but it went to Faithful Reader Accidental Housewife, who if I am not mistaken, hails from Australia. She doesn't live there, she just hails there. BAhahahaha.
Really. How do you not split your sides constantly over at Bye Bye, Pie? Anyway, click on Special of the Week if you want to see AH's fine comment.
Okay, off to give myself a relapse.