This precious little furball is a real trouble maker.
She gets into EVERYTHING.
And almost always leaves evidence.
I mentioned before how quickly she took to my new drapes. I thought she was just cuddling up on them, but I should have known better. This is Scarlett we’re talking about after all.
She likes to cocoon herself in the drapes and then have a crazy spell, which invariably results in tangled drapes. The other day, however, she took it too far. Literally. Scarlett got caught in the drapes and decided to take them with her, thus pulling the drapery rod bracket out of the wall.
As the only member of the household with opposable thumbs, I had the privilege of buying new wall anchors and installing them to fix the drapes.
I also bought a new vacuum cleaner yesterday while I was out buying wall anchors. Talk about an annoying way to spend several hundred dollars.
After I played handyman again and put the vacuum together, I got Scarlett back for her destructive behavior by running my new airplane engine of a vacuum for about 10 minutes.
Scarlett does not like the new vacuum cleaner as well as the new drapes.
Rainy days inspire in me a spirit of reflection. Today, I found myself deep in thought about recent events in my life and those coming up. Rainy days also provide me with great clarity on the things right before my eyes. Here are the thoughts that came to mind while sitting at a traffic light on my way home:
I think it’s time for new windshield wipers.
I love October. There is relief from the heat of summer and the holiday season is just around the corner.
I survived big girl Sunday school yesterday. I had been talking about going for weeks, but had some irrational fear that I would be put on the spot to recite the bible in its entirety. When I told Grandmother I was a little scared to go, she reminded me that this year I moved 1000 miles away from my home of 13 years on my own to a city where I knew no one. She thought I could manage a new Sunday school class. She was right.
I can’t wait to wear boots.
The new season of Dexter began last night. Per usual, I had nightmares after watching it, even though I love it and subject myself to it willingly. I woke up at 6:23AM in a panic and almost got up out of bed to make sure my deadbolts were locked. My alarm clock was due to go off in 37 minutes and the sun was going to rise momentarily, so I decided I was probably safe and rolled over.
I wore a sweater to work today and I didn’t sweat. I guess Fall is actually here.
I was asking one of my clients today if she had any pets other than her golden retriever. She said, “Only peeves.” For a moment, I racked my brain, trying to recall if that is a type of fish or rodent, and then I burst out laughing. People are funny.
I’m hosting Christmas at my apartment this year for my immediate family. I’m so excited that I can hardly keep it together.
I think I’m going to grow my hair out. It’s currently just below my shoulders and I’m at that crossroads where I need to decide if I’m going to have it shaped to my normal just –above-the-shoulders-do or if I’m going to grow it out and become dangerous with a curling iron.
My clients’ almost-two-year-old daughter said my name today. She was also calling her overalls her “backpack,” so this was a pretty big deal.
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When I visited Kentucky in the summer as a child, I spent my time between Granny and Papa’s house and Grandmother’s house. Because I didn’t have any cousins on my Mom’s side of the family at the time, I often requested that my cousin Lauren come with me to play at Grandmother’s house.
Naturally, we spent a lot of time playing with barbies and babydolls. Occasionally, however, I took it upon myself to tell my poor cousin Lauren a story about Grandmother’s old house.
One day, I made up some absurd story that there was a clown trapped in this door. I told Lauren that the clown died in there, which made the glass wavy, and that its spirit haunted the house.
I really don’t understand what my logic (if any) was in crafting this highly plausible tale, but cousin Lauren seemed to eat it right up.
I think it is relevant that the telling of this story coincided with my Nancy Drew phase.
Although it seems my goal here was to freak out my cousin, I was most successful in freaking myself out.
That darn door still gives me the creeps to this day.