The height of my laziness
I tried to take a photo of Sammi wearing this outfit for the person who gave it to her and this was the best I could do. This baby is B U S Y right now.
But never mind that, because look at what she has been trying to do all week! She has very little interest in this crawling business and is more than ready to get up and walk. I mean how else is she going to get herself to all the stuff she wants to put in her mouth?!?!
Lord help me now. :-) (GAH, she's just found a rogue lego underneath a bookshelf. Busy I tell you.)
So on Monday I had been up and working my tail off since 6 am. (Plus getting up at 1 am with Sammi.) At precisely 2:24 I decide I am going to sit down and watch Nate.
Exhausted I flop myself on the couch and as soon as Nate starts telling the audience to stop clapping I hear it.
A cat retching.
Now if you have cats you know the sound.
And you know that a cat is about to puke on a rug/bed/clothes/whatever inconvenient thing it can find to puke on.
Because that's what cats do.
And my exhausted self knew that meant another hour of cleaning up crap and MORE laundry.
So what did I do?
Oh, I hightailed it off the couch and went running frantically through the house to find the offender.
As soon as I spotted her I snatched her up by the nape of her neck.
Crap. Now what? I am holding a retching cat and I DO NOT WANT TO CLEAN UP CAT PUKE.
Right then. I run my RETCHING indoor only cat and myself out the back door and make her puke in the backyard.
So I could shut the door and forget about it.
Oh yes I did.
And I would do it again.
In fact I wonder why I hadn't thought of it sooner.
Labels: Family life