Whenever I Think of Easter Eggs I Remember the Time My Cat Got Attacked by a Raccoon
It’s been a silly day. I was up for awhile this morning writing and enjoying the thunder/lightening storm outside. It was seriously chilly this morning- around 50 degrees. You can’t even imagine how happy that made me. When I finally started to go in and out of the my room getting ready and doing some laundry, etc. John grabbed me back into bed and said:
“I’m abducting you. I’m an ALIEN.”
Then we cuddled. It was cute. After THAT we set out for the day, thwarted at every turn. First, EVERY BAKERY in the valley was closed. Every one. But then we went and had hamburgers, instead, so it was ok. It was kind of weird to see all the students walking around, feeling the chilly air, and reminiscing about my back to school days. Then we headed home to see what my Mom had gotten up to. But she was GONE. To WHO KNOWS WHERE. So then we went back out to rent a movie…which also failed. Seriously, good movie lately? Hard to find. They didn’t even have 3 Men and a Baby, who rents THAT? Especially when WE want it!? So we decided to drive around a bit, and then I decided I wanted to go test drive my current car obsession. But on the way to check it out we decided a) we didn’t want phone calls from the salesman for the next year and b) we shouldn’t get ourselves excited about a new car. Not even a little. So we diverted to WalMart where we stood in line for 500 years to buy Biore nose strips, some facial exfoliator, an outfit for Camper (WE HAVE TO STOP BUYING BABY CLOTHES), a three barrel curling iron (my friend loaned me hers, seriously cute) and an ice cream bar. Just laughing and holding hands all the way.
Then we came home and took the air conditioner out of the front window. The air conditioner that John put in and then squirted some kind of weird foaming, hardening stuff around to keep the spiders out. Cut to my Mom and I trying to KICK the air conditioner free of the cement foam while John prepared to “catch” the air conditioner as it pops out on the inside. Then we had to figure out how to remove the foam. Turns out non-acetone nail polish remover was useless…as was vinegar. Which is when my Mom started telling some story about a sad, sad Easter when her cat got attacked by a raccoon and they had to take him to the vet.
I wonder what we’ll do tonight?
