Today we spent yet more time getting ready for the baby's arrival. The two major things done today were the painting of the kitchen and hall and, on a much more somber note, taking our 10 year old "kitten" figero to the spca to be put down. It was very emotional for me. Dad took me while Tim stayed home (he was too torn up to go) so that softened the blow. When I got home, Tim and I talked about how we felt. It was hard because Tim got kitten for me for Valentines day the year we got married so he was really our first baby. We think he had feline schizophrenia though, he was a little bastard, may he rest in peace. Ok, now that's out of my system, i can continue with the crux of the story...Tim finished painting and asked me to help clean up. Everything was going swimmingly until he asked me to hold the garbage bag while he took the roller off of the holder and this is what happened next...
please notice the DISGUSTED look on my face. What's classic is tim absolutley hates these pants and, although you can't see it in the photo, i have a beatles shirt on (tim also hates the beatles...i know right?) We both laughed and laughed and i told him, "of course it had to be this outfit, huh?". It was a good outlet for the day!
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