-We found a shivering little cat on our porch last Monday night. We took him in because it was snow-storming. The next day, my friend and I took him to the vet. We got him vaccinated and he's currently residing on our sofa (okay, in the guest bathroom…no, on the sofa.). Kayla found him a new home and we'll be dropping him off there soon.
He really is a sweetheart. If I wasn't such a cat-hater, I'd keep him.
Scout-the-dog doesn't care for him. That's the deal breaker in this house: if Scout doesn't like it, it doesn't happen.
That being said, as soon as Scout falls asleep, the cat curls up next to him.
I would never even think of being a vet, but this made me laugh so loud.
Overheard…
Kid from Texas: How do you say Merry Christmas in Hawaiian?
Kid from Hawaii: Merry Christmas.
Kid from Texas: Oh.
-Was anyone else entirely depressed by the season finale of Homeland? I mean, geez. Just…depressing. It wasn't exciting. Just…blah. I kept expecting a sniper to pop up and shoot the rope down. That's all I have to say about that.
And where is the Brody family? I really like them, and kinda wanted to see more than Mira and Saul on vacation. My favorite season, as it is with most shows, is still season one.
Scott said that Claire Danes has the worst pouty face (known as the "ugly cry"), and I really think mine could rival hers. I was upset about something the other night and Scott kind of looked back and forth between the t.v. and me a few times and was like, "Hmmm that's what you do".
Now that Homeland is over, I can cancel Showtime. It's the little things.
-Scott also told me that he was upset that I didn't give him more credit for when he went out and bought me a car last week. He said something about, "I thought I'd get more than THAT on your blog." (So he does read, after all.)
So, all 27 readers of mine, I am forever grateful to my sweet, caring, and thoughtful husband. He puts up with my pouty face, drives to Papa John's to pick up the pizzas, and he buys me new cars.
