The Best Day Ever

Today is our anniversary. So it’s kind of funny that we had a dinner that centers around the biggest disagreement The Boy and I have ever had: what goes into a tuna fish sandwich.

The Boy has these crazy ideas about adding mustard. Bleh. And he leaves out the sweet relish – pretty much the whole reason to eat tuna fish.

I will say that I never knew how necessary hard boiled eggs are to a great sandwich. So he gets points for that.

The best way to deal with marital strife is to ignore it. So when we both decided to have tuna fish sandwiches for dinner, we each made our owl bowl of filler.

And we each opened our own cans of tuna.

Happy anniversary, Kitten Thunder.

Happy anniversary.

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Bath

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Creative Differences

A letter from Oliver:

As you know, My Girl has been making a quilt square for The Boy’s train club. This, plus the book, plus that work stuff she does has reduced my snuggle time to unacceptable levels. So when she mentioned to Obi and me that we could finish her sewing while she was gone last night, we considered it.

But then we realized that one of us would have to drive the loud bobby part and one of us would have to push down the pedal. As Obi was suggestion that my higher level of subdermal fluffiness made me a better candidate for pushing the pedal – I’m not sure exactly what that means but it felt like an insult – I remembered that our help wasn’t really appreciated a couple weekends ago when My Girl was making a receiving blanket.

I’ve been meaning to comment on this Andrew guy and “allergies”… Why are we sending presents to someone who values breathing over his responsibility to host a cat in his home? Seriously.

Anyway, we decided not to sew My Girl’s square for her.

Today, though, I saw an opportunity to really help. My Girl was laying out little squares of fabric to make a big square. This is where I should point out that the little squares were a big square to begin with but My Girl cut up the big square… Humans are weird.

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As you can see, this is kind of a boring interpretation of a train. I offered an alternative with a little more flare.

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For an artist, My Girl was not very open to this new idea. I was offered a supervisory position away from the dining room table.
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And, as you can see, My Girl went back to her boring old plan.
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Sometimes people don’t recognize genius when it’s right on front of their face. It would probably help if they had whiskers.

Sew Fun

I’ve been quilting all week. I’m tired of it so Kitten Thunder offered to help.

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The problem is that Oliver had no legs.

And Obi prefers the sewing machine when it’s quiet and nothing is bobbing around.
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I’m practically on my own here.

Getting Crafty

Kitten Thunder are very good at crafts. They love to sew and helped me make a receiving blanket for our new niece.

This week, we are making two squares for a quilt for The Boy’s train club. Obi helped me cut out the squares. It helped a lot that I was using the magic toy making stick to draw lines.

But they really like yarn craft.

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Oliver thinks this scarf needs more grey.

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Obi thinks it has just enough.

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Maybe too much.

Nothing

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Obi is up to…nothing. There is absolutely nothing to see here.

Thump

Winter has arrived and that means a space heater in my office. To contain the warmth, I close the door.

But not all the way, of course, because Kitten Thunder would not approve.

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The candle on the floor is holding the door just the right amount open. Well, that’s what I thought.

Two minutes after closing the door, I heard a thump. I looked over to see the shadow of feet in the hall. Then I heard another thump. A moment later, Oliver poked his head in and glared at the candle.

Oli plunked down onto the blanket on the bed.

Soon after, I heard Obi coming down the stairs.

Thump.