
Kenn found Kota nine years ago today (May 16th). I found Roxie two years ago today. Based on our track record, Kenn says we’re not allowed to leave the house today.🤣

Kenn found Kota nine years ago today (May 16th). I found Roxie two years ago today. Based on our track record, Kenn says we’re not allowed to leave the house today.🤣

Actually, this should probably be titled “Friday Floofies.”
Barn swallows and wrens are currently nesting behind our house, and the cats have their noses pressed to the windows watching the activity. I caught Kota looking extra fluffy during her time at the window.🤣

I recently discovered that I have worn through the sole on my right bedroom slipper. I have no idea how or why. I’ve even checked my other shoes and none of them show the same wear pattern. I’m not a morning person, so I’m pretty sure I’m not pirouetting my way through the house in the mornings. Or am I?🤔🩰

Roxie decided to watch the newest episode of the Spring Baking Championship on Food Network with me. Of course, I had to take a few photos. This one cracks me up; she looks like she’s ready to have a few words with host Jesse Palmer.
I have to tell on myself. I wish I could say I had a “duh” moment, but it was more like a “duh” day.🤦♀️ It all started when my new shoes arrived. I removed all of the packing and thought the insoles looked weird but wore them the next day to break them in.

It wasn’t until I removed the shoes after wearing them all day that I realized the weird looking insoles were actually pieces of cardboard. Sigh.🙄

Sometimes, you just have to laugh. Happy Friday!

More wordy styling with toilet paper. (I have to share them with y’all because Kenn doesn’t notice my efforts, LOL.)

This is Bob in full Casanova Kitty mode. Kenn says this picture should be captioned “How you doin’?” a la Joey Tribbiani in Friends.

Just a little agricultural humor.

If I were to own a humongous camper, it would look like this. It would also have a disco ball somewhere inside.

I came across this post on Bluesky and LOLed. I am one of those women; I had *such* a crush on this fox. He may be a large part of why I still love foxes.