After scrapping Chris and I went out to supper at ESM's. It had seemed like we hadn't seen in each other in so long so it was nice to get out with him. The supper was tasty but I felt nasty pretty soon after, so we just came home and called it an early night. Sunday morning and early afternoon I busied myself doing laundry and tidying up the house before heading onward to my momma's. Chris went to Truro for the day with his brother; his mother was over there already and it was nice for him to spend time there, and get to see his two grandmothers and his mom at the same time. It was her Mother's Day wish.
I guess I got my own Mother's Day gift from Bosco this morning. As I made my way to scoop the litter I looked down to see a humungous pile of cat puke at my feet. Wonderful. I realized quickly that there was no way that I would have avoided stepping in it...and my suspicions were confirmed when I looked at my slipper. At least I wore my slippers. 'Course, by the time I'd looked down to notice it at all, I'd already tracked it into the other room... A blissful start to a new week. I'm truly, truly blessed. :P
Today's lesson: Always, always, always look before you step. And never forget your slippers, for God's sake!
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