Found out that the Christmas bonus will be more than we thought, which is nice, because now we can afford to buy a new mattress. We’ve apparently done something to anger our current mattress, as it now spends all its time attempting to maim us with its strategically placed Springs Of Death.
Had to confess to my husband that I’ve broken one of our agreed-upon “Fashion Don’t”s, and admit to wearing white socks and Birkenstocks out in public, where I can be seen by other humans. I’m pretty sure this means I’ve lost all moral authority whereby I can judge the people who wear those horrible plastic clogs.
Edited to add: Unfortunately, my husband and I can no longer guarantee the safety of any cheese that enters our home. It’s as if cheese, in all its forms, appears on some sort of Feline Terrorist Watch List, and all the cats have been tasked with the mission to Seek and Destroy.