Beth is torturing Midnight:
That’s a crocheted sombrero that my grandmother had made for some doll thingy. Midnight was not crazy about it.
8:30 p.m….Daddy’s home and Whiskers is happy.
My picture, Wheezer’s baby face, is on page 8 of the featured photos on the Xanga front page. Or it is until somebody else’s pic gets voted for and bumps it off the page.
E….I changed your slide show just a bit. I added a couple of pictures of your plane taking off, with captions you might recognize. And the way that slide show pans down the pics, it makes it look like the plane is climbing in the sky. Cool And I left you a message on the last frame.
Steve just called to tell me he was heading out the front gate of the plant. It will take him about 3 hours to drive home, but he has to stop at the shop and drop off the testing trailer he’s pulling. It won’t be long now! I’m ordering pizza to be here when he gets home.
There’s a couple of cats that aren’t going to like the arrangements tonight, though. I’ve been letting them sleep with me some. He’s not gonna let them do that.
Beth’s eyes are doing better. She saw the doctor again today. The inflammation is 1/2 to 1/3 the size it originally was.
4:20 p.m….Time is just going by toooooo fast. Friday is our anniversary….28 years. Then Monday is Brandon’s birthday. He will be 26 years old. I just can’t believe that. I look at him and he looks like a grown man with a wife, but I still see my little boy. We spend a lot of time wishing for the next step in life, and we wish away all the years. We need to enjoy our kids growing up.
And Brandon and Rachael’s first anniversary is Nov. 18. I think we are going to go out to eat Sunday night to celebrate all the dates. Then Brandon and Rachael will go out to eat by themselves on their anniversary.
Sunday I was telling stories on him. Like when he was not much over a year old. We were in the grocery store, just fixing to get in the check-out line. A black man walked in and Brandon said, “Daddy!!” *sigh* Brandon turns the prettiest shades of red.
We have the Fall Fest at the church tomorrow night at 6:00. I ordered the moonwalk. Even the big kids like that. Beth will be in it. And Andy. I don’t know about Brandon and Rachael. But they will also play hide-and-seek in the dark, in our Sunday School building. That’s a game our kids always use to love. They have tried to pass on the fine art of it to the younger youth but we have some real wussy youth in the group. Even the boys scream like little girls when they get scared. And Brandon really knows how to scare them!
For your viewing pleasure….more kitties. This is Tigger on the fence, with Wheezer:
This is Rerun (so named because we ran out of names for black cats):
Junior. Her mom’s name was Dusty, and she looks just like her, so we call her Junior, for “Dusty, Jr.”……
Cammy in the tree. She’s the one we found under the hood of Rachael’s Camaro, hence the name, Cammy:
Oh, wait……that’s not a cat….that’s a fox. Nevermind.
(My great-grandmother was a Fox…..literally. So that makes Beth a Fox, too )