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Family Sticks Together

Today the kids and I went to the science museum. We left the house in a hurry because we were trying to squeeze the trip to the museum and an invitation to go swimming in a friend's pool all into one afternoon. When we got there and were walking through the parking lot, I noticed that my flip flops felt a little weird. Kind of out of balance. I looked down and discovered that I was wearing two different flip flops! One brown one and one black sparkly one.

"Oh crap! Guys, wait, I have on two different flip flops! We're gonna have to run home..."

"But Mom! We just got here!"

"Guys, seriously, I can't walk around like this."

"But if we go home, we won't have time to come back AND go swimming!"

They were right. We wouldn't have had time to do both. So I went in with shoes that didn't match. And in a show of support, Lele turned her shirt backwards and TT Bird smeared his face with Cherry 7-up flavored Chap Stick. They didn't want me to feel embarrassed all by myself. Now that is the definition of "family".

Happy Mother's Day To Me!

The best part about Mother's Day is the cards that the kids make at school. "Habee Mutherz Da" written in crayon. Love it. That's what one of my cards read this year. I also got to go to a special Mother's Day breakfast put on by the Extended Day program at TT's school. There was a slideshow based on the answers to a questionairre they gave all the kids. TT's said, "I love my mom because she has a good sense of humor." And yes, I cried.

Then the kids and I went with my friend and her daughter to the beach for the night. Here's how that went:















And then it was something to the effect of:
















So that was fun. Mother's Day for sure. I got to show off all my mothering skills all over the place. "That's it! You're sitting out for an hour!" "What's that? You love sitting out? Fine- an hour and fifteen minutes!" " Do you want another fifteen?" "Oh, for the love of God, will you two CUT IT OUT!"

No, I'm being dramatic. It was actually mostly like this:













And this:















My puppies. Thank you for a wonderful Mother's Day. I love you.

Letter to Me from Fluffy

To Whom It May Concern:

As you may note from this photo I've attached of myself, I'm not particularly thrilled with some recent developments in our household.

It's often difficult for me to communicate my emotions, so therefore I have been forced to express myself by means of biting you repeatedly and giving you the feline equivalent of the middle finger for the past 10 days. However, it is my opinion that you brought it on yourself.

To begin, what the hell is this?

It appears to be a baby.

Funny, because I thought there were enough- you know -people around here, but I can see my opinion doesn't matter. For some reason, you found it appropriate to invite this baby into our home for a 5-day period. In addition, I was forced to sleep on the back porch for the duration of this visit because the baby's mother was concerned about that whole "stealing the baby's breath" crap. Nice. Like I don't have better things to do with my time.

 

And then, there was this:

Once again, a baby.

This baby, and it was clear that this surprised you, angers me more than the human baby.

For future reference, kittens in my general vicinity are 100 % unacceptable.  Cute or not, I refuse to accommodate any "hangers on", if you will. There is one cat in this household. Me. Period.

And finally, the icing on the cake:

What is there to say about this?

Disappointment and betrayal. Betrayal and disappointment.

That, my friend, is what I have to say about this unfortunate situation.

I hope that you are finished inviting unwelcome house guests into my home. If not, I will be forced to continue to bite you and murder the common gecko in your presence, which I know you despise. In addition, I will continue not burying my excrement in the litter box for the purpose of allowing its odor to fill your home. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before extending an invitation.

Sincerely,

Fluffy