Heptadecagon

Back when Tim and I got married, we brought together a collection of eclectic dishes. Our cupboards housed green and white plates with blue flowers, chipped 1990s mugs, and Tim's set of Pfaltzgraff he'd purchased when he found his own place. For most meals, I didn't care what plate, bowl, or mug I used. Each vessel was as good as the next. But I found myself drawn to the Pfatzgraff teacup each time I wanted just a half cup of coffee. On normal days, I drink almost an entire cup of part caffeinated/part decaf coffee in whatever mug I feel like at the moment. Sometimes, it's my blue mug with the large block M on it (Go Blue!); other times, it's the NaNoWriMo mug given to me my one of The Plot Sisters . That mug of coffee takes me from about 5:30 to 7 a.m. to drink, and then, I rinse it out and put it in the dishwasher. But some days, I need an extra kick around 10:30 (at least on the days that I'm home) and I reach for a mug to house my small bit of fully c...

151. Quiet time in the morning. 152. Lego creations that stem from the imagination and not a kit. 153. Word Porn . 154. The movement of a hummingbird's wings. 155. Email. 156. Fresh-baked cookies of any variety. 157. A letter from an old friend. 158. The rush of cold air that hits your body when you open the freezer door on a hot and humid day. 159. Good news. 160. Waking up to the feel of a kitty pressed against your legs and not wanting to move.

141. Bananas. 142. Pictures of kittens. (I'm sure this surprised no one.) 143. Circle pretzels. 144. Dancing to Something That I Want with Melina. 145. Lovely, arched eyebrows. (I do not have these, but the twins do.) 146. Aaron's hair right after he gets it cut with a #4 blade. 147. Vo5 Kiwi Lime shampoo. 148. Regrouping. (I know. I'm weird. But the process makes sense to Melina and me.) 149. Beyond the Trees. (I still really like that story. I wish someone else did.) 150. Hope.

I think Tuesdays are going to become "post your best kitty photo" day. These littles just keep giving us some great photo ops. And since it's already almost 2 p.m. and the human littles will be heading home soon, I don't have much time to write. So ruminate on this face or use it as a writing prompt. I know I will.

Because who couldn't stand some kitty cuteness on a Tuesday morning? Clearly, these cats lead a charmed life. No trouble adjusting here, I tell you.

We always talk about how the little things can really make a difference. Well I'm here to tell you that these past few weeks, a very little thing has made all the difference in my life. We're not talking vacuums (although I do like our new one), nor am I speaking about friends who do little favors (I love you guys!). I'm talking about a ten inch piece of plastic: From the insert in the box. This fabulous fella sits at the bottom of our washtub in the basement and has been very effective (much more so than the previous contraption--pantyhose!) in trapping our lint. Our drains are probably clapping and thanking us right now. And our plumber? He'll be bummed that we don't hit him up for a drain clean more often, but I'm certain he's gotten enough cash from us to fund at least one large yacht.