The postcard above went to Japan this morning. I wrote about how sweet my cat, Amber, was being at the time. Amber is not a very cuddly cat so it was particularly nice to have her sitting beside me, purring and looking for pets. Seconds after signing the postcard, Amber swatted me (she didn't use her claws... just wanted to remind me that she has her limits).
While in California, visiting relatives on my own, I found a button-pin at a flea market (my first ever flea market). I bought it to give to my mom. It said "Support Your Local Cat-House." Now, I didn't know the actual meaning for "cat-house," until it was explained by my cousins, and I turned a million shades of blush. A cat-house is a bordello.
Yesterday was my mom's 71st birthday. When she turned 70 last year, I told her that she had done the math wrong. I was sure she was only 69. She told me it was my math that was wrong.