Hoppy Easter!

Hope everyone had a nice Easter holiday and that the rabbit was good to you. I definitely over-ate yesterday between the yummy food we had for lunch, the candy, and the birthday cakes our family had! All in all it was a nice day. Spending time with the fam is always nice, even if it isn't long enough. We had an Easter egg hunt for my nephews (there are only two of them). Kind of odd because it is just them but my sisters and I have fond memories of the egg hunt our grandmother had for us and the cousins - it was a big deal. I think we had more fun hiding them than the twins did finding them.

Now it's back to the hum-drum of the week. I am supposed to be doing laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, and squeezing in a work out that is long overdue, however I find myself still sitting on the couch writing in my blog, checking email and Facebook. Procrastination at its finest!

Hope everyone has a great week and I'll write again when I have something to say!!

Fur Love?

So being home with the fur has proven to be quite interesting. I thought he would be happy to have me home but I was clearly wrong. I felt so bad leaving him alone for those long days while I was at work, but I should not have. He has been a rascal these past couple of weeks. So far he has broken a lamp - the only one we had in the living area. Granted, I don't have to sit in the dark because we have other light sources but still. It was annoying being woken up in the middle of the night b/c he was up to no good.

I find myself regularly inspecting the living area when I come home for damage the fur has left behind. There is the occasional fur-ball that needs cleaning up. Okay, so that's not terribly bad and it is something one would expect with having a cat for a pet. And now that his fur is growing back, the sofa tends to be slightly furry - again still tolerable.

But then, this morning I woke up to a broken coffee pot. Literally, the carafe was in a million pieces. Now, I don't know about you, but I need my coffee. I'm one of those people who find it absolutely necessary to sit on the couch for at least a half hour with a hot cup of joe and a blanket and go thru the process of waking up. Needless to say, I was not happy having to clean up the glass. I started to panic about the idea that I'd actually have to get in my car - still in the pj's, of course - and find my way to the nearest Starbucks (mind you it's less than a mile away, but that's not the point and without coffee I am even more ditzy and fuzzy brained). Then I remembered that my hubby was smart enough not to let me get rid of the little piddly four cup Mr. Coffee pot we had pre-wedding registry. Crisis averted! I was able to clean up the glass and make coffee at home and not disrupt my morning routine too much. Whew! As a result, the cat is still alive and well. And so am I.