I came home yesterday evening to a trail of undergarments winding their way through my hallway, inching their way towards the stairs. Except they weren't a romantic invitation. They were my panties. I was just home from work. My husband was still across town. And I don't have a secret boyfriend.
I do have a cat, though, and he is a pervert.
We rarely see Turk with his treasures. He prefers to steal my socks, undies, and tights out of the hamper when no one is looking. They disappear and reappear suddenly: one morning, a pair of tights is draped languidly across the living room floor; a dirty sock is placed lovingly on a basement step. Not that he is ashamed of his actions - the few times we have seen him, he carries his head high and holds his trophy like a flag. When it's time to nap, we often find him curled up on used towels on the bathroom floor. He loves dirty laundry.
I just wish he would stop carrying my underwear around.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Merry Christmas, & a Happy New Year!
We rang in the new year with at Sidney Street Cafe, with delicious food and a great time with friends & family. Today we welcomed the new year with an open house, and I had a chance to dig out my Christmas entertaining pieces and show the house to family.
The house is far from complete, but it is "finished" for the first time. The floors were finished this year, the bedrooms sorted out and the guest bedroom finished, and the dining room was completed with the addition of the china cabinet.
Merry Christmas & happy new year,
Jess
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