Just called the landlord of our former home. She had the nerve to accuse us of scorching the hardwood floors by turning the baseboard heaters up too high. Ha! I distinctly remember pointing out the burn marks when we did our preliminary walk-through. She’s looking for an excuse not to refund our deposit. What a witch. After all the cleaning and painting we have done, we deserve every penny back. The place looks better than it did when we moved in.

On a happier note, Robert took me to look at some kitties up for adoption at the humane society. I thought I would be the one who lost my heart to one of the sweet little felines, but as it turned out, Robert melted at the sight of a small tabby named Tigger. He was taken with Tigger’s sweet face and incredibly soft-looking fur. I’m pretty partial to Tigger myself. (Tigger looks much more prepossessing IRL than she does in this photo.)