A Cat By Any Other Name

…with quite a bit of laughing and good natured quibbling over the rules (which, according to the game itself, is actually mandatory, so we were only doing our part to follow instructions)

…at which point I exclaimed “oh gracious me, I forgot about the cake”, or words of a similar (but perhaps a teensy bit less ladylike) nature, and I dashed for the kitchen…

…but also because days later one of us invariably turns to the other (okay, usually it is me) and, completely out of the blue, say “but seriously now, why did they *do* that”, and the other (usually it is Richard) rarely doesn’t immediately know what I’m talking about. Random non sequiturs of conversation; one of the bedrocks of any good marriage.

If the cats have any say, I won’t get much of anything useful done today at all. And actually, this morning, I am in complete agreement. I think that is a mighty fine way to start a brand new year. Now, can someone please bring me some coffee?

It’s already 2009 somewhere else in the world, anyway, so really, what difference do a few hours here or there make in the grand scheme of arbitrary calendar designations. Good bye 2008. Thanks for the shiny new kitchen. Hello 2009. Looking forward to seeing what you have in store.

…and my older sister brought along the remains of all her Christmas baking, which was especially appreciated by my mom and I, since neither of us baked a single cookie this year and we were sorely missing them.

I am counting today as (mostly) a success, even if it *has* come with the aid of lots of medication and a bunch of veggies that were not much longer for this world.

Nothing today was quite what we’d had planned.

Luckily for us, the line for membership holders was significantly shorter, so we were only in line about half an hour before we were finally able to get inside. And then once inside we realized that we had better stay and see every single thing possible because if we left, there was no going back.

Everyone’s aiming for bargains, of course, but people say ‘excuse me’ when they need to get past instead of ramming their cart into the back of your ankles…