Every room is still only partly done. How can that be?! It defies all laws, ladies and gentlemen. To have worked for a week straight and still not have completed a project? At least we have 4 rooms that are halfway livable.
We've been playing phone tag and "I'll call you," with the plumber all week, and yesterday, with no warning, his son called Billy.
"My dad's in the neighborhood, and he's headed over."
Mittens has been thrown off by our recent frenzy around the apartment. Everything's out of order, we're always gone, and whenever she walks on the pile of boxes, they slip out from under her and slide onto the floor. She always seems surprised when that happens. Maybe she just walks on them for the quick ride before she jumps to safety. This morning she came to lie on my chest while I was waking up, and eventually she started purring and her tail went up. Yay, tail up! I like when my kitty's happy.
The pork chops I made last night in the crock pot smell DEEEElish. Too bad I have a breakfast date.
Where did you get your pet? From a friend? The Humane Society? In a parking lot at Denny's?