Nice kitty. Eat up.

Paul's relatives are visiting this weekend. Amid the tumult, I am getting immense enjoyment out of having a secret. Whenever the teenagers begin to bicker, for example, I tune out and run endless internal diagnostics. Uterus: busy. Fatigue: crushing. Correction: I tune out after muttering something about young whippersnappers — I forget exactly what.

I've peed on every stick in town, and that gorgeous pink line crops up every time.

I can't stop smiling. I am the cat's meow. The cat's whiskers. The cat's pajamas. In fact, I am the whole cat. The cat that swallowed the canary. And them's good eatin'.

Posted by Julie at 12:02:00 PM in Notes from astride the stirrups

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Nice kitty. Eat up.

Paul's relatives are visiting this weekend. Amid the tumult, I am getting immense enjoyment out of having a secret. Whenever the teenagers begin to bicker, for example, I tune out and run endless internal diagnostics. Uterus: busy. Fatigue: crushing. Correction: I tune out after muttering something about young whippersnappers — I forget exactly what.

I've peed on every stick in town, and that gorgeous pink line crops up every time.

I can't stop smiling. I am the cat's meow. The cat's whiskers. The cat's pajamas. In fact, I am the whole cat. The cat that swallowed the canary. And them's good eatin'.