Friday, February 14, 2014
In which Shel thinks it's his birthday and....you know.
By the way, we had thundersnow last night when the second wave started through. Yes, as in lightning and thunder and a huge snow squall.
While we're waiting to be plowed out....
"Hey guys, want to play?"
(They're housetrained, but we're still working on the concept of "just because it's edible (like shoes, clothing, the rug and books, for example) doesn't mean it's food.")
The feline evil eye....
"Why not?" she said.
"How was he supposed to know if she didn't tell him?" Fawn said.
"Exactly. Of course, my first boyfriend did the same thing to me. Except - you know."
"Shel, Maddy's right. Stop torturing yourself thinking about how things used to be. You're here now. And now is better, right?"
(I think she saw John-John about to pounce, but didn't say anything.)
"Happy Valentine's/birthday, handsome!"
You think Shel really needs to answer that last question? :)