Painting 98% complete

After about nine years, we have finally painted over the vegetables that some gay man thought should line the walls where they meet the ceiling in the kitchen.  The only reason I have ever given any credit to this display of creativity gone awry is because he actually used real vegetables, dipped them in paint and smushed them against the wall.  He tried.  He failed, but at least he tried.  If you didn’t know there were actual vegetables used, you’d think it was the glue left over after someone took down some bad vegetable motif wallpaper strip.

In addition, the decks have all been painted, the front of the house is repainted with subtler, more modern colors and we have a fully refurbished front stoop and all new stairs leading to said stoop.

And now we are going to move out.  Great.

 

 

Hairball Surprise!

This is a pretty horrible story, as far as it concerns my parenting skills, but it is hilarious and I swore to record it somewhere, so here it is.

I’m sitting in the living room with Calliope and Frida (our lovely cat).  Just doing the normal morning type of things like crawl around, play with toys, make lots of noise and generally lounge around the living room.  At some point, Frida starts making that half choking noise that she makes when she is about to heave out a nice hairball along with some bile type juices.  I jump up immediately and remove her from the nice area rug to the wood floor where she proceeds to make a mess.  As usual, it is pretty nasty, so my first thought is to clean it up as soon as possible.  I glance over my shoulder and see Calliope looking in my direction curiously and I think to myself… “I will just pop into the kitchen really quick, grab some paper towels and be back before she even knows I’m gone”.  And that is exactly what I tried to do…

Much to my dismay, when I returned from the kitchen, not even a whole minute later, there was Calliope with one finger smearing hairball and all associated juices around.  I just caught her arm before her finger made it to her open mouth.  But that only saved me from “seeing” the horrid event.  There is no telling how many times she had already stuck her finger in there.  And while I was happy not to experience the actual, I took no chances, scooped her up and proceeded to the kitchen to wash her mouth out with soap.

What in tarnation would make me think she couldn’t get across the room that quickly?  Or even better, what made me think that she wasn’t paying attention?  After all the commotion I caused in order to get Frida off the area rug and onto the hardwood floor, of course Calliope was interested.

Se la vie…  We all make our mistakes.  I hope some of you laugh at this heartily and then skip going through it yourselves.  Learn a lesson, please.  Just the image of her finger makes me want to puke up my own hairball… ew!

Spanish Rice

Just a note to say that Calliope ate a full helping of my home made spanish rice this morning.  I made it about four days ago and it doesn’t taste much like spanish rice, but it is actually quite good.  I’ve been trying to give her some everyday since.  She loved it when I had just finished it and it was still hot off the stove.  And then finally this morning!  It makes my day to make something for her and have her like it 🙂

Family Lunch

We went to BJ’s Brewery in Colma for lunch today as a way to spend time together in our new car! We ordered Calliope her own meal for the first time ever. She had grilled cheese and steamed vegetables. Of course she ate several large bites of the grilled cheese, none of the vegetables and mostly French fries from my plate!

Domestic Partners

Today, Michael and I went to the P.O. Plus in the Castro and had them notarize our certificate of Domestic Partnership. It was the most unceremonious process in the whole world, but at least we were acknowledged as the 1,691st couple to do so at that location. We are doing it for tax purposes and insurance purposes, but admittedly we both were feeling a bit romantic all day… One day we will get married and have a larger celebration sharing our love with all our friends and family.