The girl at the store assured me that I should have plenty of these for my house, and that there wasn't much chance these partiular lights would burn my house down. I hope she knows what she is talking about, and wasn't just gratuitously trying to make a sale.
Last night I also baked Kirstin's pie, which didn't turn out as badly as I might have feared, and wasn't as much work as I thought it would be. I'm still a little nervous about it, though, because I didn't get to taste-test it, and I'm pretty sure a class of 25 third-graders is about as picky an audience as I could have found to sample my new baking experiment. I didn't have all the ingredients Martha Stewart said I should use, but damn it: who puts pecans in apple pie, anyway??
(Probably Martha Stewart.)
Leeloo has gone completely insane. She has been psychotically attacking things, seemingly at random for the past two days. There's a crazed sort of glint in her eye suggesting a mania beyond human comprehension, and her little body seems to be either in mid-flight, claws extended and hurtling toward my toes or careening at top speed from one end of the house to the other. I don't know if this is normal for a kitten or not, but it sure is irritating. In order to fold laundry I had to keep the "bad kitty spray" bottle in my hand, just to fend her off. I am amazed at just what a little athlete she has become, however. She made a mind-boggling leap from the back of a chair 8 feet or so away to land with all her claws dug into my thigh (which was vertical, since I was standing at the time). From there she leapt to the top of my entertainment center (5 feet high and another 6 feet or so away), bounced off of it with blinding speed, and took off for the kitchen, where she skidded on the linoleum and crashed into the door headfirst. That slowed her down a bit. Thank heavens.
I'm really looking forward to Thanksgiving tomorrow, although I must admit that mainly I just want a DAY OFF. This will be great, because I don't really have to lift a finger. My mom's cooking. Forest's grandma's cooking. Between the two of them we will probably walk away with more leftovers than we can possibly eat. If I decide to do anything at all it will be to decorate my house, which is fun, not work.
I'm also eagerly anticipating tonight. Kirstin is going to spend the night with my mom, and neither Forest or I work after 5, so we will get an adult evening in which to mellow out before having to do the family things on Thansgiving. I think we're planning to gear up and kick the snot out of each other, which is always great fun and good exercise, and leads to a nice hot shower to boot. We may watch a movie, hell, we may even go out, I don't know. Any way you look at it, though, we are going to spend time together, and that's what I want most in the world right about now. I just want to snuggle for hours, and look at those beautiful blue eyes, and thank my lucky stars for sending him to me. I know, it's sappy, but that's the way it is, and I'm not even remotely sorry to share.
