When David is not visiting, here is our normal sleeping arrangement.
It works pretty well and everypup and person has space.
At some point in the night, I touch Kat, she gets mad and moves.
I think she sleeps on the floor for part of it but eventually ends up on the pillows at the top of the bed. She is very much a princess and gets quite angry if she is kicked by a foot under blankets. She doesn’t care so much if the foot is on top of the blankets. Very strange.
I’m not sure if you can really tell from the previous illustration, but Kat is very close to me. Let’s take a closer look.
This is how I wake up every morning. Kat’s face is right in my face. As soon as I open my eyes, she starts licking. I would really like to know how long she sits there and stares at me, just waiting for me to open my eyes. I guess I should appreciate how polite she is to not try to lick me until after I’m awake.
We went to Old Navy this weekend to look for some shirts for David. Of course I just took a quick spin through the ladies side of the store and found this super cute outfit for a total of $20! (Gotta love $2 tank tops!) I don’t normally buy pants that are so colorful but they were cheap so I went for it.
(Yes, we got David some new stuff and also found a cool ball for Kat that lights up when it hits the floor. Wilbur loves it.)
Yesterday I was in the bathroom, pulling my hair back to go run and Steve came in, climbed in the tub, then turned around and started barking at me.
I have no idea what he was doing. He has a thing for being crazy in the bathroom before runs, such as when he jumped on the vanity in our old house when I was fixing my hair too.
Crazy Steve.
During yesterday’s run, I was just not feeling it. I wonder what makes the difference when somedays I feel like I could run for a long time and then other days, like yesterday, I am ready to go home after five minutes. I didn’t go home though and we went about 5.5 miles, a little further than I had planned.
The reason we went further is that I found a new detour to stay away from this one spot where there are always a lot of squirrels. If someone tracked all of my paths around the city, I’m sure someone would wonder why I go the way I go and it all boils down to the fact that I am trying to avoid squirrels. It was so much easier during finals when Steve and Kat were at David’s because I could run any path I wanted! A further complication for tomorrow is that I saw a dead snake in the street yesterday, so I’ll have to avoid that area for a few days until I am sure it is gone because I might die if Steve or Kat picked up a snake. Like literally. I. Might. Die.
(A side note about snakes: when I took Wilbur to the vet a couple weeks ago, I asked the vet how fast I needed to get Steve or Kat to the vet if they got bit by a venomous snake. I felt much better when she said that as long as I got them to the vet as soon as I could, they would likely still be okay even if we were out hiking and had to get back to the car and then drive back to a vet. She said she had only seen one dog die from a snake bite and it was a tiny dog. But then she said that three dogs were bit one night last summer by copperheads on one trail in town! I will not be going down there now. I took Steve and Kat walking on that trail during the winter. Now that I know there are copperheads over there, I might only go there in the winter!)
In my quest over the last few months to lose the 15-20 pounds I gained during the failed Seattle Experiment, I have basically stopped eating meat, which means I am eating a lot more vegetables. I am also clumsy, so I often drop things in the kitchen. Usually Steve helps me clean up dropped items, but I discovered that he is not a fan of cucumber. The funny thing was that every time I picked up the cucumber slice, he took it back from my hand to the living room. Eventually I traded him a cookie for the cucumber so I could throw it away.
I made this recipe last night. It needed something else, more spice, but it would be great for the summer if I had a garden.
Happy Father’s Day to my wonderful husband who is a good dad to Steve, Kat, and Wilbur. I wouldn’t even have Steve and Kat without David. What would I do if I had a house without fur?
Happy Father’s Day to my dad. I couldn’t ask for a better dad and one who has given me so many great memories and turned me into such a well-rounded person (along with my mom, of course). Now that I am an adult and have met so many other people, I realize how lucky I was to have a dad who supported all of my crazy interests and always made me feel like I could do whatever I wanted and he took an interest in anything that interested me. I’m sure he didn’t always want to visit every space related museum in the USA or fly to Florida to look at a college or any of my other crazy ideas, but he did it and I now know that I am much better off for it.
