I'm in love. (Don't tell D). This new guy is great. He's strong, sensitive, and so cute. Has a few trust issues that we're working on. His name is Roger. He's five, orange and white, and likes to hide under the bed.
That's right...we got a kitty! I suppose 5 year olds aren't classified as kitties anymore, but who cares. We're just renting him for now, to see how he works with our little family. So far we love him. He's very timid, but sure came out of his shell at 5am! We got him yesterday at around noon and we spent most of yesterday afternoon and evening trying to coax him out from wherever he was hiding. D is home with him today and I'm so jealous.
Things are good in the food world. I'm feeling better since Thursday night. I also passed up an entire weekend of drunken fun. I didn't want to be hungover on beer OR on food. And I'm really happy that I made that decision. Although it made me Ms. Taxi at 12:45 Friday night and 1:30 Saturday night. (Don't offer to pick someone up if you don't want to have to do it. I can't complain. I always tell D to call me if he needs a ride and he rarely does. Not that he's out all the time.)
Back to work I go. I had a couple really good days last week. I'm hoping it drags into this week! Of course we all know my focus is on Roger right now!
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