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Sleepless Near Seattle

I should be sleeping, but I can't. Had my back wig out on me this afternoon after I made three pans of enchiladas for dinner tonight. This was after hubby and I ran some errands to Walmart and Costco. We priced trampolines for the kids. I'd really like to get one for our backyard, I know the kids would simply love it. We'll see though. We still haven't gotten that first Boeing paycheck just yet, so we'll hold off for now.

Hubby helped me upstairs so I could rest for a bit. He's such a sweetheart. I'm so lucky to have this man in my life. I don't know why he puts up with me. I slept for a bit, then took more meds and I'm feeling a lot better right now. At least my back isn't spasming at this very minute. Yay me!

We moved the kittens from their comfy big box in our walk in closet, to the downstairs bathroom so they can have more room, learn to eat cat food, learn to use a litter box and make messes so I have to clean them up. Soon they will be weaned and we'll have to find homes for them. Keeping them simply isn't an option. I know one day I'll be the old lady (if I live that long) with the dozen cats, but I'm not there yet.

But is it wrong to want to keep just one of the babies? I want the white one with the gray ears, tail and feeties. Now....how to convince hubby that we need this baby to stay??.....

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  1. tell him it will heal your back. your new picture is great!

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  2. Thanks, you are too kind. Someone I greatly admire told me I should use this 'fun' photo rather than my stuffy professional-paper headshot. She was sooooo right!

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