Boy am I depressed I missed the St. Paul cat show. Where was my head when I instead went to IKEA with Rana to shop for a rug for her house? My priorities were all amuck.
Luckily, every morning at 6 a.m. I have my own personal cat show. Loud, fuzzy, up-close, and personal. Very loud.
I actually thought a CAT SHOW t-shirt (if they sold them) would have been such an excellent Valentine's gift for my love. He would laugh, never wear it, and then I'd end up wearing it to the gym or while cleaning out the catboxes.
Speaking of the GYM: had to cancel with my personal trainer on saturday morning after our little impromptu get together friday nite. SUPER duper hungover and miserable. The hot sweats big time. Felt foolish and embarrassed to tell my P.T. that i couldn't make it through an hour of lunges and weightlifting.
On another note, I will try to pick a day soon to commence our supper club of the month deal.
Tenatively, hows about February 9th, Saturday? Cuisine to be announced. Possibly Middle Eastern.
And by the way, I guess after quizzing myself, I'd vote for John Edwards. Most likely never going to have that chance though, I presume. There's still lots of time to form my ultimate decision, although I'm pretty sure I know who I'd pick.
My next blog whoudl have a 'theme'. Oh well, it's my first time and I'll be amazed if I even did it correctly. Love, Nan Halen
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I looked at the T-Shirts and I couldn't find any representative of the actual annual cat show. There were some pretty funny ones that said "Cat Princess" with an image of a crowned kitten. I was searching for a shirt for Silas, but they didn't have much for kid's clothes. We will have to go next year.
I also feel like my cats are a good show everyday, but they are NEVER that quiet. It was weird.
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