Three days ago, I was asked to please feed the cats on Friday. I remembered for a day and a half. Then, this morning came and I was so busy preparing for dinner guests, that I completely forgot. At 11:00am, Nat and I drove the car out to the mailbox (don't judge--it was cold, wet, and windy and taking the car is way easier than bundling the kids). As I was pulling back into the driveway, Girl Genius spouted off with, "No, Mama. Go to the barn and feed the kittens on Friday."
Um...what?!
I can clearly recall way back when I was little and we got a puppy. Mom and dad asked us kids for name suggestions. We came up with some real winners: Snowball, Harry (or maybe Harold?). And you know what? Those names stunk...much like Minnie Mouse and Kitty. Back then Mom and Dad could say no....is Snowball really that much worse than Kitty?
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