uncounted hours aching brain
their feet tippy toe
from babe, tot, child, tween to teen
At the beginning of last week, my cat George hurled in a shoe that is from my current favorite pair. Not on, not next too, but actually in my shoe. He’s always had a bit of a shoe fetish, and it’s my own fault for leaving it on the rug in the foyer, but he’s never done that before. Hairballs are gross, but hairballs in my shoes are completely disgusting.
The rest of my week went downhill from there. I won’t go into the gory details, it was just one of those weeks that I’d rather not dwell on.
The week ended well though, because I’ve discovered the healing effects of Pilate’s and aqua-massage. I’m going to like this health club membership thing.
This week has started without any barfing in my shoes, since George has thankfully confined his gifts to other areas of the house. I’m hoping this is an indication that life might return to normal.
My shoes will be fine. Thank goodness.
cat puke in my shoe
humorous life annoyance
Not spring, summer, fall
‘Tis winter winds that chill all
Frigid, freezing squall
The temperature was -20.8 F this morning, and now it is up to -1F. We’re warming up, I guess. It was too cold this morning, so school was cancelled. I don’t have to go back to work until Wednesday next week. A mini-break thanks to Ol’ Man Winter and Martin Luther King, Jr.