On Saturday Hubs and I went to dinner and a movie with another couple. Hubs was sharing a story about his army days and I said, “Wait!” I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a tiny piece of paper filled with writing on both sides. It was a page of a letter he’d written me from the army. Even better, it talked about THE STORY HE WAS TELLING. To me, it seemed like a funny coincidence. I’ve kept it in my wallet for umm, like 12 years. Why? I don’t know. I just have. He looked at me like I was insane. As if I’d pulled out toenail clippings or something. Jeez, you show the smallest bit of sentimentality and everyone thinks you’re a stalker.
Is there something in the water?? It seems like half the women I know are pregnant. I’m getting calls from across the country with news that my girlfriends are expecting. Well, congratulations to all of you. Better you than me!
I laughed, I cried…I saw Wall-E and Wanted this weekend. They’re both great in their own way. Hubs said Wanted doesn’t have much of a plot. I didn’t go to see it for the plot! You want plot? See Wall-E.
Clementine, my demented and defective cat, turned on me while I was lovingly scratching under her chin yesterday. She had all claws and teeth dug into my arm and I couldn’t remove her. I went into the kitchen with the hell cat still on my arm and stuck my arm in the sink, under a running faucet. That got her off. She came back purring and rubbing against my leg 10 minutes later. Can cats be bi-polar?