Bouncing back

It's been a couple weeks since the lizard incident and I'm almost fully recovered. Yes, all my trips into the laundry room lately involve me frantically sprinting in and out. But I'll be fine. Gift baskets aren't necessary. The best way to bounce back is to start blogging again so here goes...

The week of the 11th was a pretty lazy one. Chris was in real estate classes and Lacey, Brutus and I were mostly unproductive. Brutus wasn't the biggest fan of Lacey since she liked to sneak up and swipe at him. She's a playful kitten, and he's an old man. But they eventually learned to tolerate each other...while asleep.

I was able to check one thing off my list - cleaning the office. When we moved in, all of the suitcases and random stuff ended up in that room. It became a giant storage closet. So one rainy day I finally tackled the project. Lacey was nice enough to help by pouncing onto everything I attempted to put away.

After a couple hours, the project was complete. Having that room cleaned out was a weight off my shoulders. Felt so good to be able to check something off my list.

Office Before:

Office After: 

Yes, everything on the wall is crooked

That Friday we went to the our standard Friday night bar, the Irish Pub. Every Friday we meet up there with some people we met through the Meetup group. We're practically regulars and it's always a good time. The beer is cheap, the locals are friendly and the karaoke is very...memorable. That night, a local woman did an eardrum shattering performance of Madonna's Like a Virgin, complete with gyrating on the mic stand and putting the mic up to her crotch. Guess she thought it wanted to sing. Her boyfriend noticed me taking a video of her performance and insisted that I put it on youtube. I declined. For now.

Not a virgin

Saturday morning was a harsh reminder once again that alcohol is poison. There is a reason they made an entire movie about hangovers. They are a real bitch. Luckily, I discovered a way to ease the pain: Bojangles' cajun filet biscuit. I'm normally anti-fast food but Chris was raving about it and my grease levels were dangerously low. It made me feel a lot better...until an hour later when it made me feel a lot worse.

Grease fix

I also spotted an exciting new addition to the neighborhood: Trader Joe's! They opened last week and I can't wait to check it out. I love suburban grocery stores. So big and clean and full of food. The Trader Joe's I shopped at in New York was small and always packed with people. The wait in line was always a minimum of 20 minutes followed by a 5 block walk home carrying heavy bags of food to squeeze into the fridge I shared with two messy roommates. Life is easier these days.

That afternoon my foster duties were complete and I took Lacey back to the Humane Society. It was so sad to have to say goodbye to her. She was such a sweet, affectionate, playful kitten. And she constantly followed me around the house. I love 'em needy. I wanted to keep her permanently but unfortunately she was a long-haired kitten and Chris and I were both allergic. Zyrtec worked great for the allergies but it'd be pretty expensive for us to be on it for the rest of her life. Plus, Brutus was terrified of her. He's a real man's man.

I spotted this pretty girl at the shelter and felt like maybe it was fate that I adopt her. I think it would be hilarious to have a dog and a person with the same name living in our house. The confusion! The laughter! Chris disagreed.

Doppelganger

That night we tried out the cast iron pizza pan I bought on Amazon as a gift for Chris completing real estate school. Cast iron pans are awesome - it made our best pizza yet. Now he uses it for all kinds of meals- roasted potatoes, bacon and eggs, stromboli - it does it all.

12 pounds of delcious

And then on Sunday: KITTENS!

to be continued