It's amazing what you can fit in the back of a convertible when you don't mind your knees stuck under your chin. I think our crowning achievement remains the cat condo/skyscraper. That baby was strapped down, wedged in, and a source of much amusement among the other drivers on the freeway. That's a nice way of saying people laughed at us. And pointed. Pointed with their fingers of mockitude.
Tomorrow, our dear friend and former roommate, Lily, flies out to spend her birthday with us and it looks as if "The Cheesecake Factory" will figure prominently in the festivities. Sheets are washed, towels are in the dryer, and the remaining unpacked boxes have been straightened. We're set for company. Whee!
And now I can sleep. Because otherwise I predict a sixty-two percent chance of crankiness.