Poor Ms. Kitty

Rachel and I panicked this morning when neither knew where Ms. Kitty had gotten to. She typically will wake us early to feed her.

So we took her bag of food out, shook it a bit--which usually brings her running--and nothing.

Rachel then remembered that she had taken the garbage out into the garage last night and sure enough, Ms. Kitty bolted into the house. She ran to her litter box, took care of business and then proceeded to greet and rub on all of us as if she hadn't seen us in weeks. Then she ate.

In other news, Abby managed to get a hold of eyebrow trimmers that were in the medicine cabinet this morning and shaved nearly half of her eyebrows off. It was odd to me that Abby was being really slow at getting dressed this morning.

Her school pictures are set to be taken next week.

Well, at least it's cheap

Thanks to someone's Twitter entry about Getting Things Done (GTD), I've stumbled across the Hipster PDA.

Good thing is that I can put a quick and dirty one together with the stuff I have in the office.

Who called for the ovinomancer to cast a spell on me?

Sadly, no decoder pin...

But I still bought some Ovaltine for Abby and Jon.

I had forgotten how much I liked Ovaltine as a child.

Hey, someone has to sample it to make sure it's mixed just right, you know?

Stop judging me.