Here's the quilt supervisor sleeping on the job- normally he's swatting me from his perch
I've decided that in my next life I want to come back as a spoiled cat. That's what my husband calls Moose. Of course this poor cat waited 3 years for adaoption. The agency didn't think he would get adopted being blind in one eye.
It's been chilly at night here. We had our first frost on the pumpkins last night.
Games are over and get over too late for Moose to stay up and watch with me. Maybe now he can go to bed by midnight.
Such a bad blogger
7 years ago