I know I mentioned that a few weeks ago, we went apple picking. At the same farm, they had pick-your-own raspberries. Initially, we were picking three pints. Just three–only three. Who needs more than three pints of raspberries? Since we planned to pick three pints, I assume that you guys have already realized that we [...]
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Even the drain covers are showing their autumn colors. Sleepy Molly would prefer that I get my goddamn camera out of her face. Now. Before she cuts me. Crappy picture, weird lighting, but that’s what Sundays look like around here. Ever wonder why we seem reluctant to meet you for lunch? Now you know. That’s five kitties, four on the bed, one on the [...] Look, an enormous kitty! We went to the Akron Zoo last weekend, and they have three jaguar cubs on display. This one was captivated by the swaying of my camera cord and tried to bat at it through the glass. N’awww. No one I knew; it just made me sad. It’s Sunday night–have pictures of cats! I’m told that the internet loves cats. This works out well, since obviously I love cats, too. I was just telling Nick that it’s fortunate he’s a cat person, since I don’t think that I could’ve married a dog person. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike dogs, it’s [...] Sleepy Louise kitty. I have to admit that I’m sympathetic to Louise’s very, very lazy approach to life. I feel like this week has gone on forever, and I’m hoping that on Saturday we’re able to just hole up and not do things. I suspect, of course, that this will not be quite how it [...] He’s called Charlie, because he looks just like Lola. (Further reading, if you don’t get the reference.) It was a compromise–I wanted to call him George, but Maura was lobbying for Twinkles. So, uh, hey, look, a kitty! |
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