My heart whimpered
Amanda has been on an "I want a cat" kick since we saw those cats, Finnegan and FDR, in Bellingham (and the majority of you have encouraged her since).
I've been equally interested and suggested to Amanda that we head down to the local animal shelter, which we did last night.
Unless you want your heart to bleed, DO NOT go to an animal shelter.
Amanda didn't see a cat that scratched her the right way, but we'll go back again -- if only to see all of those adorable dogs and cats.
Saturday night at Kings
Amanda and I joined the newlywed Cuddy's.
Kayla's lawyer-friend, Christina was there, too. These women are powerhouses -- like Hillary Clintons of Ballard.
David and I are more like the Scooter Libbys of Ballard, comparatively.
David tried convincing Kayla that she wasn't holding a black iPhone.
Amanda was all smiles.
Food porn!
From beginning...
...to end.
At Twilight I realized I was old
So Twilight opens in theatres today. It's based upon some vampire-love-story novels that all the kiddies like, but I'm not up on all the hype.
The other day I posted to Twitter:
"Trying to determine if my ignorance of 'Twilight' is the first true sign of my aging."
I received direct responses from four women who do not know each other:
Cindy, classmate: "Nah. It's a girl thing. Twilight community is rabid."
Erika, coworker: "No, it just means you're intelligent."
Anna, WIB loyalist: "No, it just means you were never a teenage girl."
I felt good about those comments. Then my sister Nina chimed in:
"I have read all four books.... what is wrong with you?? Maybe you should take a trip to Forks, WA (where it's set) and you'll understand...P.S. You're old."
Upon hearing this from the youngest respondent... I felt old.
P.S. Amanda and I saw the premiere of Slumdog Millionaire last night and recommend it.