I left Cheyenne for the girls shopping trip last Thursday. That evening, we went to my grandparents’ house and the trip could have ended right then. Because I got the perfect gift.
My aunt brought Oliver milk rings, all the way from California.
I couldn’t wait to get home to give them to him. But thank goodness I did because I got Kitten Thunder another great gift the next day. Our very first purchase in Salt Lake was at a Skechers store. I looked at my sister’s bag and declared that our mission was accomplished and that we could all go home.
So I tried again at our next purchase, at Loft. Here it is, the perfect gift.
Obi got a real charge out of being in the bag.
Oli felt powerful…and pirate-y.
Unfortunately, a bag won’t do a kitten any good if The Girl insists on doing something stupid like working a 15 hour day. Especially if she spends most of that time away from the house.
And then insists on working in the office instead of on the couch.
Obi supervised from the condo.
Oliver contemplated his hard, hard life from the bed.