There’s a pretty strong reflection, but you get the picture: $63.47 to fill up my tank. That’s as much as a bottle of perfume, for Chrisssake! Ha, ha, I’m self-mocking here, like I dare to be appalled by the price of gas while I think it’s perfectly reasonable to spend $60 on a bottle of perfume (or $70 on a spur-of-the-moment shirt). Priorities, baby.
So we’re all basically working to fill up our tanks to be able to go to work. To buy the milk ($4/gallon) to go with the bread ($3/loaf), to have for breakfast before we go to work, I don’t know why I swallowed a fly…….
Twinkle had a big exciting weekend. I took him outside on Saturday and let him roam around. Well, it was carefully supervised roaming, he got to roll around on the warm concrete of the driveway, scratching his back and face against the rough surface in pure kittenish bliss. He sniffed and gawked and walked in grass. A big day for him. He rewarded me by jumping up on me in the middle of the night and cuddling up with his motor running. That is not the norm for him, he is not a cuddly purr cat. But he was last night and I loved him up for it. Today he’s eating carmel popcorn. Or more, he took a chomp out of it and then decided to throw it around the room, then romping after it. I guess that would be a chomp & romp. It’s a good day at our house.
I’m not feeling 100% so I believe I’m going to go and stretch out for a bit. I think I feel the rumblings of cramps. It’s good to be a girl.
Peace, and do something unexpected. Surprise yourself.