This Merona leopard print skirt from Target has me all shook up - I just love it. It isn't very comfortable, but what the hell is comfortable from Target? Their brands completely suck. Except Liz Lange Maternity. That's amazing.
Next time I wear this skirt I'll be wearing it with these booties.
Oh, and I am 100% aware that I wear this chambray shirt every other day. I don't know what I'd do without it. Thanks O.N.
If you live on a farm, then you may be used to this. City folk get their cats knocked up, make them cozy spots in their mud rooms to give birth, and then drop all of them off at a nearby farm two weeks later when no one is looking. It's great, and works out for both parties involved. The cat people get to admire the kittens for a while, oooooooing and ahhhhhhhing at them. And the farmers get cats to eat the mice, right? Wrong.
Because they smell my delicious meals cooking each night. Because they see a vulnerable toddler who will pet it. Because the cows smell.
So guess who gets to deal with the cat that won't go away? Yours truly.
When Jeff and I first moved into our house, I would be all "Awww!" and feed them and pet them and love them. They were like my best friends. And then they would die (hit by cars, freeze to death, eaten by coyotes, yo uname it). I would sob on my bed for days and Jeff would tell me it would be okay.
After repeating said story at least five separate times, Jeff finally screamed "ARE YOU DONE FEEDING THE EFFING CATS OR WHAT?" Yes dear. Yes.
So now I try and ignore them. Try, being the operative word. I never deliberately give them any food, but how can I help it if they get a meal out of my crockpot leftovers that I dump in the field?
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