I don’t really know what happened. I used to be so motivated to post every night, and now I just don’t feel like it. That is strange. I suppose I should soldier on and do it anyways.
My cats are being freaks. Mostly Chaplin, but it’s a pain in the ass. Some where along the line, Chaplin learned how to open the cupboards, and now he wont leave them alone. We want to buy child safety locks so he can’t get in them. Holy crap, you have no idea how frustrating it is to hear, “Thump….thump….thumpthump…THUMP” as he tries and fails to open the doors and they slam shut until he finally gets in. I think now I sort of understand why my dad used to get so frustrated when I would play with the doors of the coffee-table when I was little. Oh boy, I can’t wait to have my own, so they can bug the hell out of me like that.
Some day, I should write all my goals for having children, and then I can look back and see which ones I’ve met. Probably less than half, but we’ll see!