Fancy

Kitty certainly can't go to piano lessons looking like a slob.

She leaves that task to her mother.

Competition

Well, at least I beat out the dog.

Dentures, please

The pace at which Kitty has been losing teeth is going to send me to the poor house.  Kitty lost another tooth a mere 2 days after the Tooth Fairy had just visited.   I wonder if she secretly stays up late at night knocking her teeth against the wall to loosen them.  I should investigate.

Kitty insisted on wandering around with the tooth in her sweaty paws while I insisted she was going to lose it.  It was nearly a catastrophe when she dropped it somewhere and couldn't find it.  I gave her the old, "I told you so and you should listen to your Mother lecture," while Mykey was thoughtful and went hunting for it.  He saved the day when he found it on the floor behind the couch.  That guy is always showing me up.

As always, Kitty knows exactly what she wants.

And, as always, the Tooth Fairy doesn't really listen.  It's as if the Tooth Fairy is already at Hobby Lobby so she just picks up whatever she can find.  Weird.

Thankfully, Kitty always enjoys whatever she gets and doesn't seem to mind that the Tooth Fairy isn't precisely fulfilling her wishes. 

Now let's just hope the rest of her chompers stay put for a while!

 

40 and Fabulous!

If you're looking for a good time, I'd suggest turning 40.  Sure, you're halfway to death at 40, but it's not all bad being old.  There are a lot of great things about being old.

• You can smell like urine with impunity
• Strangers don't flirt with you anymore
• There's a new pain in your bones every morning
• Pants with elastic waistbands
• Eating dinner at 4:00

I mean, come on, it's great.  I have the added pleasure of being old and still having acne.  I consulted my medically-trained sister about when I could finally expect my acne to go away.  You know, cuz I'm 40 now.  Do you know what she said?

Never.  It's never going away.

Pssh...Nurse Practioners.  What a buncha turds.

I'll have to squirrel away extra money for my funeral.  I'm sure the mortician will have a supplemental charge to put cover-up on my acne.

Pssh...morticians.  What a buncha turds.  

But seriously, being 40 isn't all bad.  My friends took me to lunch and gave me racy gifts.  I got a pedicure.  Mykey bought me a watch and wireless earbuds for my runs.  Kitty made me a card and announced to her teacher at school that I'm 40 now.  I used cash from my parents to get new jeans. I got an Amazon gift card from my mother-in-law.  My Relief Society counselors and secretary bought me an ice cream cake.  I'll turn 40 everyday if I keep getting ice cream cakes.  

Perhaps the best part about my birthday was Mykey planning an entire day for me.  He even arranged for Eva to stay with her friend so we could be alone.  What a good guy.  We went zip lining to prove that 40 is the new 20.  Neither of us broke a hip so it turned out alright.  We also ate the most delicious tacos from a hole-in-the-wall we found while looking for a different restaurant.  

It was perfect. 

What a great birthday.  I think I'll turn 40 again next year.

Nerrrrd

I was at Target the other day buying secret gifts.  I sent Myke and Kitty to wander elsewhere in the store so they wouldn't peek at my secret gifts.  This is what they found:

The Stormtroopers were REAL!  It was incredibly exciting! Kitty even got a cookie, a bookmark, and a pin.  They reminisced about the encounter for the rest of the day.

Nerds.  Everywhere I turn.  Nerds.

Halloweeeen

This year Kitty wanted our entire family to dress up.

So we did. 

We were the Addams family.  I didn't actually know how to properly apply Morticia's makeup so I used common sense and just kept layering more and more spackle onto my face.

I looked like a drag queen by the end.  A mighty fine drag queen, I might add!

Kitty also wanted to host, "a limited-edition haunted house" for her friends  Those were her words.

So we did.

We made bats and a ghost, hung spider webs and blood splatter around the room.  We had tombstones and creepy music and foggy witch's brew.  But the crown jewel was Mykey's automated spiders that dropped down from the ceiling.  He spent hours getting those babies ready and they turned out pretty great.  I wish I had a better photo but you can kind of see them hanging down on the right side of the table in the picture above.

After dinner and a jaunt through the haunted house, Kitty wanted to go trick-or-treating with her friends.

So we did.

It was a beautiful evening and Kitty scored.  She even saw 3 of her school friends around the neighborhood.  It was extraordinarily exciting!

After all the extraordinary excitement and giving herself a stomachache from over-indulgence, Mama wanted to go to bed.

So we did.

Happy Halloween!

7th Heaven

Kitty turned 7 this year!  It was an explosion of all things feline.  We played cat-themed games: feed the cat beanbag toss, hot kitty, cat dancing, and cat mask decorating.  We even had a unicorn kitty pinata and cake.  It was a blast!

Weeks before her birthday, Kitty sketched what she wanted for her cake.  It was well beyond my skill level but I pulled it off.  I'm amazing like that.

After the party it looked like the house had been overrun by sugar-fueled cats.  Imagine that.

Her actual birthday was on Sunday so she had another present-opening extravaganza.  Every kitty needs a cat Squishmallow pillow, unicorn kitty luggage, and art supplies.  Good thing that's what we bought her.

She also received stuffed animals and a puzzle from Grandma Lisa and money from my parents, which she parlayed into a sno-cone machine.

We even ate ice cream directly out of the carton to celebrate turning 7.

What a wonderful way to honor 7 years of Kitty!  Meow!