Everyone could use more cats. No, really.

So our black and white kitty, the one that we adopted because Phoebe opened the door and let her in the house, had kittens.

Six of them.

Six more cats.

Six.

More.

Cats.

And of course they're adorable and I just want to carry them around with me in my purse, or maybe the pocket of my overalls, and love them and pet them and name them all George.

So you know what we have to do, right?  We have to keep one.  Because, like I said.  Everyone could use MORE CATS.

Video, just for Jennifer.

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So, my flight out to SoCal sucked donkey balls.  Suffice it to say that everything was delayed by a million years, and I was almost two hours late getting into LAX.  When I did, finally, get to my destination, I didn't see my dad anywhere, so I was frantic to get my bags and get outside, in the hopes that he would be waiting for me.

I spotted my bag, and chased it around the carousel, and politely said, "Excuse me," several times to people that were nearby, so I could squeeze in and grab it before it went around again.

It was a heavy-ass bag, but I managed to get it and started pulling it off the carousel when this guy, literally, pushed me.

UM.  WHAT THE HELL.

So I yelled very bad words in his face (dude, it was a loooooooong flight), and told him not to touch me again, and thought to myself, "Welcome to L.A., self!"

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I've *so* wanted to blog....

For, like, the past 3 days, but I haven't had a chance.  There's so much to tell -- including (but not limited to) getting pushed around at the airport, and my awesome experience taking a cat on the plane with me.  Yes, as in ON the plane.  Like, stowed under the seat in front of me.  And, oh yes, there is poo involved.

I have to make dinner now, though, so I can't tell you all my wonderful stories.

Yet.

But oh, I SO WILL. 

So, I'm coming home.

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.  I've had a good visit, but I'm SO.  READY.  TO GO HOME.

I miss  my husband, and my kids, and sleeping in my own bed.

I even miss the dirty dishes and the laundry and the (gasp!) stinkin' cats.

Pictures, etc., to follow, as soon as I get settled in, and get back to making a mess in the comfort of my own home.

Easter was fun!

It was cold and snowing, so the Easter Bunny made an executive decision to hide the eggs inside.  Smart.  The girls had chocolate and jellybeans for breakfast, and then proceeded to run around the house in sugar fits.  ROCK.  ON.

I took some pictures of the egg-dyeing shenanigans.  It was less messy than I thought it would be, and I realized the 16 eggs were not nearly enough.  If Phoebe had her way, we would've dyed at LEAST two dozen eggs.
 

Unrelated to easter, I crocheted a market bag so that we can use that at the grocery store -- our little store doesn't have paper bags.  Only plastic.  It's a pretty big bag, but Bryan is already making noises that he doesn't want to get beat up for bringing his "purse" to the store. **

So, I thought I was stressed out about my trip last week, but no.  Today I'm stressed out.  Today I could pull out all my hair.  I'm so on the verge of not going.  We leave tomorrow night at midnight to make my 6am flight from Charleston.  I guess this means I should get to packing.  Wish me luck, m'kay?

**I would like to take this opportunity to inform you, the WHOLE ENTIRE INTERNET, that my husband is a total bad-ass, and would never, ever, in a trillion bajillion years, get beat up for carrying a purse to the grocery store.  ESPECIALLY in West Virginia.  And no, of COURSE he didn't request that I add this disclaimer in here.  He's too busy not getting beat up to worry about his image.  Or something.