Bathtime

I love watching my cat Puck bathe himself. For most of the show it's all the normal kitty bath things. The outstretched back leg thing, the propped up bathe the belly thing, the lick the paw and rub it on the ears thing which usually results in one or both of his ears turned inside out and stuck flat to his head. But when he finally makes it to his tail, which he always saves for last, that's when the laughter really begins. He acts as if his tail is not a part of him. Like it's something he has to catch and subdue before he can bathe it. He'll snatch it and give it a few licks and then it "gets away from him" so he flails it around and catches it again for a few more licks. It's like watching a little kid play with their imaginary friend and it cracks me up.

Lock Up Your Husbands

The doorbell rings at 8:30 this morning. I went to bed around 4am so it takes a second ring to get me up. I'm thinking maybe it's Fed-X delivering my new ice cream maker and maybe he needs a signature, so I bolt out of bed, throw on some clothes and out the front door I go. But there's no ice cream maker on my doorstep and no Fed-X truck in the street. Instead, it's a huge Florida Power & Light truck at the end of my driveway. As it turns out, my husband decided to call them this morning because every time our neighbor's air conditioner kicks on, the lights in our house dim.

Up the driveway walks this EXTREMELY handsome, mountain of a man, and there I stand, barefoot, bra-less, and sporting a wild woman hairdo that looks like I brushed it with an egg beater. With sleep in my eyes and sheet wrinkles on my cheek, I'm trying so hard to concentrate as big 'ole Mr. Hot Hottie tries to explain about the location of the transformer and all about electrical load dump. FINALLY the conversation ends and I slink back into the house only to realize my t-shirt was not only on inside out, but backwards!

When I tell Brian what happened, he just laughs and says, "Stand back boys, she's all mine!"