TimTheCat remained inside this weekend. I slept a lot. I didn’t accomplish all sorts of things I had good intentions to accomplish. My wee lemon tree has decided to shed a bunch of its leaves. Poor thing. I’m cold & haven’t warmed up really since I spent a bunch of time sitting outside all times of day trying to convince TimTheCat to come back inside. Oh. And the fact that this house has no insulation to speak of & pretty sure the walls are cardboard…
I did manage to get the challah made. Nom. One loaf down, one to go. Might have to make another loaf before we get to the eggnog french toast. And P picked up more candied ginger. Which means I have to show a modicum of self-restraint & leave some for the brine later this week.
So I nibble on M2 a lot. She’s very nibbleable. Especially shoulders, neck, & cheeks. Tonight she decided that if she was nibbleable, so must I be. She took a good chomp on my cheek & I had to explain that tooth hugs were *gentle*. She chomped again & I held her off just enough to not get chomped a third (& fourth & fifth & sixth & seventh, etc) as visions of Barbarella & the doll attack flashed in front of my eyes. So that it may flash also in front of yours:
Sometimes M2 is truly *alarmingly* adorable.
