My daughter is such a little ham.

I'm unsure if I should feel proud or ashamed.

Today, I walked into my daughter's bedroom to check on her. My husband had given her a string cheese. I saw that she'd made a huge mess all over her floor and I definitely looked peeved. She saw my face, puffed up really big and loudly proclaimed,

"Damnit mommy, you want some cheese?"

Uh.

Tubs & Crocket

The new additions to our family are adjusting well. 

Cannaday, or "Crocket" as she's now called, is definitely more social than lard-o cat. Her new favorite place is on or under our bed.

Missy, or "Tubs" has warmed up as well. I gave her a lovely "welcome to the family" kick in the face while sleeping the other night. I had no idea she was under the covers. 

The three of us spent the afternoon binge-watching Big Love. Tubs laid on my lap for hours while Crocket hung out on top of the recliner. I'm really liking these cats. They've got a lot of chill.

I love Game of Thrones.

Did I mention I love Game of Thrones?

'Cause I do. A lot.