I’m digging black coffee right now, and this past week has definitely warranted it. It included moving job sites, a trip to the vet, the cone of shame, antibiotics, a lot of baths for a kitten with diarrhea, and testing out the new carpet cleaner.
I got my results back!
I have to admit, they were a little different than I was expecting. All my life I have had people tell me that I must have some African descendants in my lineage somewhere. Mostly due to the curly hair in my family. It’s a pretty dominant feature in myself, my brother, and a couple of my cousins.
Now, I have learned that this is likely not the case. …
There are few things, for me, that make feeling miserable not so… miserable.
- Cat cuddled and purring on lap: check, wait… no check. Ok, check again… and… nevermind.
- Big comfy sweater, sweat pants, and warm socks: check, check, check
- Decaf Earl Grey Tea in favorite mug: check and check
- Kleenex: check
- Reading list: check
This conversation actually happened…
Lucien: What do you feel like doing?
Anna: I don’t know, what do you wanna do?
Lucien: *breaks out in dirty dancing and singing* I wanna shoop, baby. Shoop, shoo-ba-doop, shoo-ba-doop, shoo-ba-doo-ba-doo-ba-doop.
Anna: *proceeds to laugh hysterically*
For Christmas, my 2.5-year-old niece got a cardboard submarine. Someone beat her to playing in it.
Stitch jumped into the porthole to claim it for her own.