food, crochet, merriment
Forteen years ago…
My daughter Lyndi usually reads scriptures out loud in the morning, while Miss Chompy is having her breakfast. For some reason, this particular morning our gal was really listening. Here’s what we got~
“Lift up your head…
and be of good cheer.”
(That’s her super-duper ‘being of good cheer” face.)
“I did it mom!”
Yes, baby. You did.
One. Dang. Cute. Kid.
If you spend as much time with little kitties as I do, you start noticing a few things. One of those is the sweet little toe beans. How is it that a black kitty with all white feet can have all black toe pads and toe beans?
This is a black and white kitty with a bit of each–pink toe beans and a black pad.
Tiger striped kitty has white socks and black pads and beans.
Black kitty with white toes–not feet, just toes and pink toe beans and a black pad. Crazy!
This black and white kitty couldn’t decide how to do the toe beans and pad so they just scrambled the whole thing.
Annnnd it’s entirely possible that I have too much time on my hands.
Heh, heh.
Did you know that Monster pops– otherwise known as Big Sticks–have changed their colors to all natural?! When I found that out, I —wanting to be a supportive-for-the-cause consumer–promptly purchased 3 lovely bags.
One day, I sat pondering my life and I had the very sincere thought that I’d really like to live forever and wasn’t interested in dying…at all. Just as that thought passed cheerfully through my mind I had this interesting little voice say, “Well, then you should probably stop eating so much SUGAR!!” My immediate thought was, Wowwww, that was a bit harsh! Sheesh.
About ten minutes later, I went into the kitchen and saw that my freezer was open–like completely open…and had been all night. All my ice cream…soup. All my frozen fruit…mush. My ice bin was a lake. But worst of alllll–all of my brand new Monster pops in three glorious flavors–sticks swimming in pink soup.
It was a sad day indeed.
Ok, ok. I’ll dial back on the sugar…or some snarky angel will kick open my freezer again.
Sheesh.
Now, as you may know–this girly has had this particularly orange kitty for about a million years. I can prove it too.
She’s a lovely, very mild kitty…
one you might even be tempted to read a storybook too.
She’s polite and attentive…
and incredibly patient…
and not pampered in any way.
Heh, heh.
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
— Eleanor Roosevelt