I stopped by an estate sale on the way to run some errands. One of the estate worker-bees was sitting down on the couch using the previous occupant's foot massager. He started flirting with me, admiring my girlish figure (Ahem!) and convincing me I needed to try this contraption. (Oh yeah. I was excited to do so after seeing his ugly bare feet on that thing.)
But I did.
I left MY shoes on!
BuzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZ! It felt nice on my feet for about two seconds then I thought my teeth were about to fall out of my head. "Gee", he said. "It's only twelve dollars!" Yeah, I thought. As huge and clunky as that thing is, that's about all it's worth.
"No, thanks. I really don't need anything this big."
He kept jabbering at me. I jabbered back, telling him I was hoping to find some large containers for my garden. Finally, he went out and looked for some.
That would have been a good time to run to my car and quickly dash away.
But, no, that's not what I did. I went outside. He started jabbering again, asking me how I stay so thin.
Ugh. Goodbye Creepy. Got errands to run.
We attended a funeral service for Mark's uncle. His life was cut short but he died happy and fulfilled. The ladies at the church had lunch for us after the service. I noticed a homemade Coconut Chess Pie, got a piece before the minister saw it, and sat down to enjoy. I was moaning louder with each bite until my sister-in-law told me to stop making those noises. They are not allowed in the Baptist church.
I'm fairly certain the minister was moaning louder.
One of our neighbors was given a stray cat. Their other cat (the cat in the flower bed in my previous post) would not tolerate it and they called Hubby and me practically begging us to take the beast.
Ahs. After hearing how friendly, clean, and well-behaved this cat was, we had to go see it.
Yes. Yes. It was time. It is now taking over our household:
I think I must have been a dog in my past life.
I act like one and I have a tail that looks like a poodle tail.
Evil Twin and I will become great friends.
So far, we haven't settled on a name. We've called him Cat, Lump, Dufus, Goofhead, Oreo, Domino, Stubby, Pinky (big pink ears), and Rex/Wrecks because he acts like a dog and is a bit spastic sometimes!
A neighbor found him. We think someone turned him out once he grew out of the cute kitten stage or maybe he didn't fit it well with other cats and dogs.