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Friday

Ah yesssssss. The weekend is nearly upon us. I managed to make it to the gym this morning, despite my aching head. It was a good workout and I feel better for having done it instead of laying in bed as I wanted to do.

Ally felt better so I sent her to school.

We're going to Indianola later this afternoon. It's hubby's Aunt's fiftieth birthday party. It's a surprise party. And we're supposed to bring our animals. No, really. We were invited to bring all our furry creatures to participate in a pet parade before the catered dinner. We're not taking our dog Cassie. She tends to get carsick. She's also afraid of water. No, we don't think she's a real dog either.

What we will be bringing are the three remaining kittens. I'm hoping some pet lover there will take one of these clawing, spitting, pooping beasts fall in love with them and take them home. If all else fails I will station my girls at a grocery store door and have them offer the kittens to customers. That's how I got my dog Cassie. I still maintain that I'm not culpable for my actions that day.

At any rate, the drive to the party is nearly two hours so we'll have plenty of time to say goodbye to the kittens on our way there. Wish me luck!

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