Garth apparently thought Lancelot needed some sort of bathing this morning, which is entirely possible since he gets home from work around 7:30am and is frequently in need of a shower. But he’s never done this before. It was rather cute, and at least he didn’t bite.
It’s been quite the week and the week ain’t over. I’m almost afraid to see what fresh hell tomorrow has in store for me.
I have started the blood pressure medicine and so far haven’t noticed a difference, which I’m going to take as a good sign. I’m having one hell of a time getting comfortable temperature-wise right now but I’m chalking that up to it being freezing cold outside and dark. Things are supposed to warm back up over the weekend which is good. I’d like to get our outdoor holiday decorating done before there’s a foot of snow on the ground.
The holiday knitting is still moving forward. Today I got a package of yarn in the mail that I kind of remember ordering, but not exactly what projects this is for. (AHA! it just came to me!!!)
The good news is that I think the one skein is for R’s holiday gift. I think. And for some reason there’s another package of yarn being delivered tomorrow, and I really don’t know what’s in that. (seriously, I got nothing this time) There has to be a pile of printed patterns downstairs that will give me some clues…
Apparently these beautiful orchids are dual purpose. L knows damn well what a week I’m having and wanted to cheer me up. Today is also our three month wedding anniversary. And he got to deliver them to me himself (which is a bit of a trick). The florist delivered them while he was still awake so he answered the door and then pretended to be all surprised when he brought them up to me. Slick.
But yes, it’s been a week. Eric even decided to love on his mama last night.
randomly erin 
Yarn in the mail can improve most bad days:)
The flowers are gorgeous! You’ve got a thoughtful guy:)
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He is definitely a keeper! So the other package of yarn came later yesterday and I vaguely remember ordering it. I guess I really need to start thinking about some patterns!
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Spilly, my first black cat, used to crawl up on the chair behind me and lick the bald spot on my head. That cat was weird and thought he was a dog, though… I’ve never seen a cat with a chewing habit like he had.
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And we have a black dog that thinks she’s a cat and has a foot fetish…
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