Was going to go across the street to Meijer (a place like Wal-Mart but better) but when I saw that the parking lot was nearly full, I said, "Huh uh" and headed home. Stopped at Kroger for half an hour to get something for dinner and some eggs, which we had been out of for several days. Yum, we can have eggs for breakfast tomorrow again. It's a good thing I didn't go in Meijer because when I got home I had to get the pork chops cooking because Bill had to go to some computer club meeting at the library at 7:00. Seems some bunch of guys who like to dabble with their computers asked him to come talk with them on the subject of computers. They picked his brain for awhile. When he came home, he said, "Well, that's over with." Upon asking him further, he said he didn't expect he'd have to go back unless they asked him to speak again. I had thought that he was going to be a monthly part of this group but I guess he doesn't want to be.
Here's Dusky lounging on his new spot. An old spot, really, but I've updated it and made it more appealing by adding this yellow and red blanket to the top of the VCR. Since it's winter, I figured he wasn't liking the feel of the cold metal of the VCR. It's a favorite spot of both the cats because, as you can tell, it's borders on a window with a great view of the backyard. They can keep an eye on the birds and other frisky bodies in the yard from the warmth and comfort of the house. Now, it's even cozier with the addition of the padding. So, cozy that Dusky Boy hasn't been sitting on me five times a day since I put that there a couple of days ago. I kinda miss the lead weight of his body resting on my left arm as I sat at the computer moving the mouse with my right arm. It's tough to type with a cat on your arm so when I got to typing he (and her) didn't like it and would soon depart from my bosom. Kaboodle is terribly fond of my rocking chair out in the living room. And even moreso since I got that cat mat from the store for her to be on. So, I don't have her company at the computer as much either.
If you look closely at the reflection in the window, you'll see my hubby playing with his hair. He's been saying that it's too long for a few weeks now hoping I'll take pity on him and whip out the barber shears. It's a game we play, you see. I try to avoid cutting his hair because I'm not too good at the sides and am always terrified that I'll do a "whoops." I have before. He keeps trying to save money by having me do his hair. What we have here, and Bill's favorite phrase lately, is a Mexican standoff. I'll finally give in when I get tired of seeing him play with his hair.