Saturday already?

Wow, time flies whether you're having fun or not. Nothing new on the adoption. It's not for a lack of asking questions, it's a lack of getting answers. Have I told you that I'm sick of this process? Anway...

R and I did a little shopping yesterday. She's been a bit stressed this week with taking two AP tests (English and History). I guess it'll be July before she finds out anything about them. She has been trying to finish up the paperwork for college and finish up school stuff. She said she is so ready for school to be out. So we took a couple hours and did a little shopping. She found two pairs of jeans and a top.

For some reason the cats have been "eat up" with fleas. I hate bugs. The cats are now sporting grease spots on the backs of their necks where I put frontline plus on them. They HATE to have that put on them but it's rather funny to watch. Sano didn't care too much but she's wearing a cone anyway so what's a litte frontline? Misty was the funniest as usual. She was all lovey at first until she realized that I put the frontline on her. Then she started with the eye squinting and stuff that she does. Then she and Dexter were running around the house trying to get away from themselves. Too funny.

R helped me put some on the dogs last night. They'll come to you when you call but they run as soon as they figure out what you're doing. Then they act like you're torturing them. R noticed one of the plants while we were on the front porch. She thought it needed water. I said it has a droopy look to it anyway and that was part of it's charm. At that precise moment a blossom fell off. For some reason that cracked us up.

I worked all day yesterday getting grad announcements out and we bought party invitations while we were shopping in the evening. R helped me get those ready to go and she said filling out the invitations reminded her of write offs in third grade. That reminded her of a time that they had to do write offs in art class in high school. They were supposed to write something out of a book. Never the one to conform, she filled most of the page with commentary on what she read. That's my girl.