The Boy and I got married in December so we’re having a reception at the end of June. That’s the way everyone does it, right?
The reception is a casual gathering at our house, which means there are things that need to be done. Like making room in the garage by unpacking boxes that have been there since we moved in two and a half years ago. I did that today. I even ran a Facebook contest to see who could guess how many hot glue guns I’d find; it is so much easier to buy a new $3 gun than take time looking for one you already own. I’m up to four glue guns with some more boxes to go through tomorrow. The winner, of course, gets a glue gun.
Kitten Thunder did not approve of my working in the garage. They supervised as well as they could from the office window.
Yesterday, I planted things to make our driveway pretty for the party. I even painted the pots Zensai, my now deceased bearded dragon, used as basking spots and put them over his burial site with his favorite snack planted in them.
Kitten Thunder did no approve of this, either. Out is not an acceptable place for The Girl.
The Boy came home from the train club and, before even coming inside, mowed the lawn.
I took Obi out onto the porch to show The Boy that the brown kitten didn’t approve. A belly needed rubbing, after all.
This afternoon, The Boy took an ancient thermostat out of the wall so we can painted the very scuffed stairwells. It left a big hole which required a big patch. He also pulled off the wallpaper. That was too easy.
Kitten Thunder did not approve. There was a big mess on the stairs where they like to thunder. And a Boy. Boys don’t belong on steps without supervision.
All this disapproval has been exhausting. Since The Girl has not been available to hold him for his nap, Oliver had to go to the next most comforting place. He is on two bags, in a sunbeam, next to the toy box, with the magic toy making stick.
I really like what you did with Zensai’s pots.
Thanks! I don’t think of mmyself as a sentimental person, but every time I see a pansy I think of Zen as a baby and my mom bring in slightly wilted flowers from her garden for him when we visited.
That’s awesome that you tied the knot! Congratulations! I agree with the comment above too, that the memorial to your dragon is an awesome idea.
Thanks! You wouldn’t believe how clever I thought I was when I realized I could actually use those flower pots as, you know, flower pots.
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