this morning i almost just stayed in bed. it was dreary and grey outside, and i was just exhausted from my uber-busy weekend. but i slogged out of bed, made a fabulous breakfast of french toast and grapefruit, and headed out to work. the minute i stepped outside, the lovliest smell wafted my way--tom and janie's (our neighbors) apricot tree is blooming! it's way too early, and i am just praying that the frost doesn't get it, but my god the smell! such a lightening of the spirit just to breathe it in. it makes me long for spring and my yard full of blossoms.
in other news, this weekend was PACKED with activity. i spent saturday morning lifting about 4k 35-pound beaded and embroidered wedding dresses over the head of my friend sonya. the good news is that she found the most BEAUTIFUL dress that looks fabulous on her and is totally the perfect color of light champagne-gold. gorgeous. the bad news is how fucking tiring that was! i actually hurt my finger from zipping things up and down! don't get me wrong, it was fun, too! but man--i came home and took a long hot shower and slept for almost two hours. maybe i am just a wimp. hard to say...
we also went out saturday night with eric and kylie--i got to have some lychee martinis at the bamboo club--my favortie thing about that restaurant, and then we stayed up too late playing games with them. sunday, it was on to lucy's 4th birthday party. sadly, i forgot the camera. otherwise, you would be getting a treat, my friends. the hippie played about 700 games of ring around the rosie with lucy and her tiny girlfriends. he's getting famous for that among the younger set. honestly, i love him for being such a good sport about it. he's the bomb!
in still other news, i have an important announcement to make: SAMSON IS A VERY BAD CAT. i know this is shocking to those of you who have met samson and thought him to be the very best of all things Cat. however, the evidence is mounting against him. he coughed up a hairball on the corner of my white duvet cover this weekend. he bit his brother AND his sister. he raced around the apartment like a madman, followed by a lot of sleeping instead of doing his chores--lazy bastard. and worst of all--he stole the hippie's bunny leg. observe this photographic proof. note the expensive ball of yarn in the floor, the crooked Ear of Evil on the cat, and most importantly, the expensive rosewood knitting needle with actual knitting barely still on it. where's the other needle, you wonder? it was under the couch, right where needles do NOT belong.
4 comments:
Bad Sampson!! Was he relegated to a small confined area afterwards? (And also, this would be reason #48 not to have cats. Reasons 1-47 are me sneezing...) :)
Samson, not Sampson. Oops.
Naughty beautiful Samson cannot help himself. He looks quite pleased with his antics. You should give him his very own ball of yarn but of course, it will not be as enjoyable as those he steals from the forbidden cache. Poor deprived Samson...
he is SO not deprived! he has toys and strings galore, all his own. and yet--you see the destruction he leaves in his wake. this morning, by the way--the other knitting needle was utterly MIA, and there was yeat another ball of yarn strewn across the living room floor. *sich*
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