Overcome Their Shyness And They're Calling

Perhaps two weeks ago, Pete sat on the couch in the apartment. Drusy assumed the Queen of the Mountain position on her favorite lap and Topaz lay next to Pete. Drusy then reached out a paw and touched Topaz. The scene was so adorable I almost swallowed my tongue. I took a bunch of crappy pictures, mostly because I take crappy pictures, but it really didn't help that I was emitting a sound that would jam radar. You probably can't tell these things from the picture but we don't live there anymore and Pete has curly eyebrows.

Last week, Pete and I painted the apartment white. The next day, I couldn't get off the couch and not the good way where I have bonbons and five hours of All My Children. Nope, I had a heating pad and a Betty Crocker-approved frosting layer of Ben Gay. Thursday, Daria and I dragged some big ass furniture out to her Ford Exsanguinator and to the dumpster. Daria and I mopped, dropped off the keys, loaded the furniture into Pete's house and suddenly we were finished moving out.

The kitchen Dad and I faux finished is now white. Breath caught in my throat a few times but I don't regret painting over because it was just paint. Plus, you know, we live in the house now, where there's plenty of room to nap.