Crazy Catch Up

Playing catch up is never easy but let me take a stab at it. After not one but two visits to two separate pokeys within a 24-hour period, Crazy Cousin was last known to have landed his looney ass in a pysc hospital several counties over where he most likely will stay for an indeterminate amount of time. I’m not sure what all he pulled before this predicted end result, but I’m certain it would be more than blogworthy if I knew the gory details. Unfortunately, I don’t. The particulars from the first arrest are unknown and the subsequent incarceration almost as sketchy. Something about breaking out windows of his pickup with a baseball bat and being “uncooperative with authorities”. Imagine that! : ) Should further information become available, I promise to share with my fellow bloggers. At any rate, for the time being he is no longer in our immediate vicinity.

Then last night, my brother-in-law made an unplanned trip to the ER when he severely cut his thumb and finger using a table saw. I haven’t heard the extent of the stitches but I’m sure he’s feeling it today and work on their new house will experience yet a further delay.

I’m doing quite well and thank you for asking. So far, I’ve avoided serious illness and will be trying my darndest to continue this wellness streak as TBC and I anticipate an island anniversary trip next month. Ever the anal planner, I’ve had most of my attire picked out waaaaay the heck in advance and hanging in a cozy spot in the closet. I took advantage of last summer’s clearance sales to acquire quite a few items for next to nothing. I’m so looking forward to another international trip, and though it will just be for a week, I’m tingling with excitement. As we get closer to the date, I will let the cat out of the proverbial bag and inform you of our thrilling destination.

And speaking of our fuzzy, feline friends, the cat ratio has tipped alarmingly (5:2) in their furry favor as we adopted (had thrust upon us) two kittens “K” had originally agreed to raise. The two curious crap machines have made for extensive employment of the already overworked litter box but since it was TBC’s decision, he’s the one handling the majority of Kitten Litterbox Patrol Duty. I can’t tell you how many times Cami has been caught on the forbidden counters munching on a. ham and b. meatloaf! She is unrepentant and incorrigible and most likely figures kitty cuteness covers a multitude of unpardonable sins. Pictures of our latest acquisitions will be forthcoming...