Is it weird that when I run down the stairs at home I grab my boobs? It's not something I think about, I just do it. Stairs, both hands, boom - It's like a reflex or something.
Speaking of stairs, Luke fell from the top of the railing today and landed on the hardwood floor. I'm a horrible judge of distance but it's a good 10-15 steps to the top, so... 20 feet? He's a huge cat with a huge belly, which I'm sure made for an unpleasant landing. All I know is he was balancing on the railing behind the chair one minute and the next he was gone, and half a second or so later there was a loud THUMP from below. Renee and I looked at each other in shock and raced to the bottom to make sure he wasn't dead (he wasn't); the second we saw he was okay we burst out laughing. Does that make us horrible? It was really quite entertaining. Right now the poor guy is upstairs sleeping, but I do hope he's okay.
At the end of this week I will be one year older and most likely weighing in at a few pounds heavier. I'm not excited with the getting older part and I certainly don't want to be fatter, but you can't stop time, and you sure as heck can't say no to the ridiculously awesome spread Renee has mapped out for this weekend. Ready or not...
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Sometimes I'll grab my boobs, too!
And no, that doesn't make you horrible. The other day Tomato fell into the tub (which had a couple inches of water at the bottom), and he HATES water. The first thing I did was laugh my ass off.
Hey,
No I won't be home this weekend. I was fully planning to come home and surprise you but instead I get to have retarded training for work. Yeah, and I stress fractured my leg and have a sinus infection, so I probably wouldn't have been a bundle of joy anyways. I need your new address, I have the best thing ever to send you. Oh, and I didn't text you back because Tmobile is evil and I cannot call out. More details later, if you want them.
K(im)
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