Man... where does the time go? On one hand we had a nice weekend; got a lot done, and still did some of what we wanted to do; but on the other hand... man, it's Monday ALREADY?
We spent 4 hours on Sunday packing up the shit in the dining room... well, the shit in the bookcase in the dining room, and then adding various other items to those boxes from the kitchen, and also boxed some framed pictures. 4 hours. And we didn't even do the desk. Yikes.
Looks like we need to get on it, because our lender said today he's going to try and get the whole thing closed by May 12th or 13th. I still don't buy it... I think I am so untrusting of the whole thing, that when it actually happens I'll be shocked. And if it doesn't happen I'll say "yep, I knew it." I want to blink my eyes and have the next 3 weeks be done with. That would make me supremely happy.
In other news, I bought something for the cats on Saturday called the Love Glove ... it's a mitten w/ a rubber palm and thumb, and it attracts cat hair like nothing I've ever seen. I petted Molly with it for a few minutes until she couldn't take it anymore and bit the glove, and growled... but in those few minutes the amount of hair I got off of her was fucking DISGUSTING. Then it was Ben's turn, and the freak actually enjoyed it. I got a ton off of him to . I did it again last night, Molly was better, but still at one point got up and paced, and growled. Their fur is so much softer now that I've done it twice, I'm thinking of doing it every day for a while, and seeing if we can't get a handle on all this fucking shedding. UGH.
Oh, and I got my hair cut. I don't like it. I have been assured that it's trendy and cute... but I'm used to long one length hair and this is quite the departure. I told her I wanted 'long' layers... she cut them too short, because I can't tuck my hair behind my ear. AND.I.DON'T.LIKE.IT.ONE.BIT. Also, when I said that I didn't like the fact that I was putting it up and it was still touching my neck, I didn't specify that I was putting it into a french roll and the remaining hair was touching my neck. Not a fucking ponytail... of which I can barely do either anyway, at least without hairspray. I hate hairspray. Ugh. I'll be glad when all this shit grows out.
I took a picture this morning but decided that it looked mousy, so no pic yet.
I leave you with three pictures of Ben that look the same, yet cat people will recognize that he has a *completely* different expression in each one. ;-P