I've been told that I'm falling down on the job ... so I will try to get caught back up. We haven't done anything on the house since the splatting paint last Sunday. That's not to say other amusing events have not occurred.
As most of you know, we have a rather large extended family which includes our cats. The newest addition - and youngest - and naughtyest - and most entertaining - is Little Stink Pot. This is not his 'given' name, Socks, however, I believe we're going to legally have it changed.
Terry and I retire to the bedroom about 9pm each evening. There's usually a show that we watch and then the news and then Jay Leno's monologue. (Usually after the first commercial during the news I'm usually watching my eyelids). Stink Pot invariably finds something to haul onto our bed and play with. Various toys have been ponytail holders, hair clips, rubber bands, mini scotch tape dispensers, rolled up plastic bags - you get the point - whatever he can find anywhere he thinks is his for the taking and amusement.
A couple of mornings ago, Terry was soaking his contacts and left the contact case ON the bathroom cupboard. Yep, you guessed it, when he went back to put them in - they were MIA! Where were they? They could be anywhere in the house by now! We looked high and low ... finally Terry spotted them - even being as blind as he is without his eyeballs in, as I say - they were under our bed. They were not simply under the edge of the bed ... oh no, Stink Pot was having a hay-day with them ... they were under and about in the very middle of our king size bed. So consequently Terry had to find something long enough to drag them from under the bed.
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