Wednesday, November 21, 2012
... for a LOT in my life. Too many things to enumerate. But this morning I was thankful that the feline filcher was kind enough to leave my socks in a very handy place AND didn't saturate them with its slobber.
At this point, of course, I'm becoming suspicious of anyone whom I've told about this. But Gilda and Bobby are away for the week, and Bill swears up and down that he isn't moving the socks.
"You wouldn't do that just to make me happy?" I whine.
"I didn't know it made you happy. I thought you just found it interesting."
Guys. Gotta love 'em.