What's New Pussy Cat?

This is what has happened since I posted last:

It has been HOT. Darn near too hot to do anything but sit in our air conditioned home and stare out the window at the beautiful summer while it melts away.

Our fridge broke. No, really, broke. As in not cold, not anywhere near cold. I found out because the glorious pint of Starbucks Java Chip ice cream I bought to help me cope with the heat was like soup Tuesday morning when I went to eat it (oh shush, it's coffee).

Lucy loves crawling too much. She is really fast now and has found that crawling to a table helps her stand up and reach things she never dreamed of. She has also found that it is fun to throw the things she finds, like remote controls and dvds and my perfectly arranged stacks of coupons.

The boys are home. They have so many stories to tell they can hardly control themselves. They look big, so big, after only 5 days away. And they are captivated by their moving sister. Rex thinks she is now the coolest thing in the world, I think because she is like a puppy that follows him around the house.

That's about it.

Well, there were other things, like I went to the farmers market and a softball game and the forest preserve and Turbo's work. And I did some sewing and a lot of laundry and some cleaning and I caught up on a few episodes of Late Night with Conan ('cause I love him and have been waiting for him to replace Jay for years, but he is past my bedtime so I have to DVR him and watch him the next day.) And I talked to my aunt and my grandpa and a few friends. And I planned a crap load of activities for next week (and month) with fam & friends, including our day on the 4th.

And my personal fave, I might go see TOM JONES in two weeks, which may make me one of the biggest dorks and youngest fans that walks through the gates, but I don't care. I can't wait to have a few glasses (bottles) of wine on the lawn at Ravinia, while I sing It's Not Unusual and try to talk other drunkish women into throwing their panties on stage.

You didn't really think I would throw my own did you?

I'm a lady.

Whoa whoa whoa I'm a lady.

And this lady keeps her undies.