Kitten Heaven

Hanging with Mr. August Jones. He recently got his tiny bits removed!

Discovering their love of shoestrings.

This is Alaska and Indiana - before they had to go back to the shelter. I have no idea if they are still at the shelter. I've been afraid to look. :(

My honey! He loves kittens too!

A lap full of kittens would make anyone smile.

On Again - Off Again

I have an "on again - off again" relationship with this blog. Sometimes I write a lot; sometimes I don't. When I don't write it is usually because a) I can't think of anything, b) I don't have time, or c) I can't write about what I want to write about.
I know exactly what it is like to "be in the closet." It is claustrophobic in here!
I have developed an interest in politics and a keen interest in the health care debate. While I agree that the availability and affordability of health care is a matter that concerns everyone, this particular subject directly affects Paul's career. And after running his office for 3 years, I've developed an opinion about this topic. Since I think about the current political climate and the current health care debate quite a bit, that is the topic that I'd most like to blog about.
But I don't.
Although it's my blog and I can write about picking my nose if I want to, for now, I'm just going to "stay in the closet."
I fell "off" the no-pork wagon recently. I ordered an egg & cheese biscuit from McDonalds, and I didn't discover that it was a sausage & cheese biscuit until I had left. I didn't have time to go back so I just ate it. YUM!!!!
I promised I wouldn't be crazy about not eating pork.... Paul confirms that I haven't been crazy. But I am back "on" the no-pork wagon and still happy about it.

Chores

I asked Abbie to help me fold laundry. I dumped the items on the couch, and she loved the fresh-from-the-dryer-warmth. She asked me to take the picture so that "you" could see if you can find Abbie (like Where's Waldo).

August Jones, Indiana Jones, and Alaska Jones (and the ears of Friday Jones). Eagerly waiting for me and Abbie to come play.

A bumblebee. I'm a bumblebee lover!

One day, I'm on the porch and look over and see this big bee's nest in our tree!

Eek! I don't think I've ever seen a live hornet's nest (except in a museum). It was very active.
Despite Paul's possible allergies to bees. He took care if it. My hero!

Coffee

Paul and I had a little breakfast date today. We went for donuts and coffee. The donuts were good (not Krispy Kreme good, though). I really dislike drinking non-homemade coffee, but I ordered some today anyway. I wanted some! After I doctored it and doctored it, I told Paul that I was a "high maintenance coffee drinker."

When I get coffee somewhere besides my homemade brew, it is too bitter. It takes too much sugar and creamer to get it the way I like it when I order it in a restaurant. I like my coffee with lots of creamer and sugar, but today at the donut shop, I had to use a kajillion sugar packets and half a kajillion creamer tubs. Blegh, it was still bitter, but I managed to drink it anyway.

But this post really isn't about me or my coffee drinking preferences. It's about Paul.

When I told him I was a high maintenance coffee drinker and that my coffee was too bitter, he said, "The bitterness is what makes coffee fun." I thought that was an interested comment.

After our cup of coffee and two donuts (each), we got in the car. He put both hands on the wheel, and in a giddy, bright-eyed-bushy-tailed look, he said, "I've had my caffeine. I've had my sugar. I'm good!"

I had to giggle. He really WAS good to go!