New Watering Hole

Being in our bedroom these days is like being on the open plains of the Serengeti, in that the cats have discovered a new "watering hole," and are both working to claim dominance. 

We have electric heat and it causes a lot of dryness in the air. Blair read that placing a small container of water in front of a vent helps add moisture to the air. So we filled a small tupperware dish with water and placed it on the floor in our bedroom in front of the heat vent. 

The cats LOVE the water dish. Like the lions of the Serengeti, they take turns at this new watering hole, eyes glittering in the dark as they lap up the warm liquid. We fall asleep each night listening to the constant "schlup-schlup-schlup" sound of cats drinking their body weight in fluid.

And just like a real watering hole, there is a pecking order. You do not approach the watering hole if there is already an animal present. One cat crouches protectively over the dish while the other sits on its haunches across the room, hoping a crocodile appears to drag the dominant cat underwater in a death spiral. 

I expect a pack of zebra's to show up any day.

The Married Life: After the Anniversary

As you know, Blair and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary last week. Even though it was just another night at home, I made sure I looked nice - hair and makeup done, flattering clothes, light perfume... that sort of thing.

The next day I was busy running errands, cleaning house, and exercising. I don't think I ever got around to showering and so when Blair got home I looked less than glamorous - wild hair, no makeup, bags under the eyes, stained clothing.

"Well..." said Blair, surveying me.

"Sorry, my warranty expired at 15 years," I said. "This is what you get from now on."

I offered to sell him an extended warranty but he declined and made some reference to old clunkers often holding together for years. 

Ha! Funny, funny man...

Does This Look Like A Clothes Bin?

I tried to be patient. I lasted three whole days without saying a word but something inside me snapped on day four.

"Is there any reason your shirt is stuffed into the vase on our dresser?" I asked Blair.

"Oh. Yeah. It's got a stain on it."

The look on my face indicated I was somehow (go figure) failing to make the connection.

"Yeah, it's got a stain on it and I need to wash it so I left it out to remind me and I know you don't like stuff thrown on the floor."

My gosh, they are cute when they try, aren't they? But seriously, the vase? Not a clothes bin. Why do they do that?