Well, CaDiva's cat woke me up early this morning. Early being before BK stops serving breakfast, but late enough I don't think I have time to put on clothes and get any of it.
I may have mentioned, I'm a dog person. But I live with two cats. Three, if you count CaDiva. And who doesn't.
So I got dressed and texted HRH to see if we had plans today. But she is off playing with a friend from a job she doesn't have any more. I'm thinking of reading my book. It is heavy and my hands are showing their age. I should get a Kindle or a lighter book. I have one. A lighter book, not a kindle.
It is upstairs so maybe I'll get a haircut instead. As a good daughter, despite what The Mother says, I know if I need a haircut she probably does as well. I called her, and she doesn't. She also says CaDiva is still her favorite. Which sort of sucks and sort of doesn't. Especially since she wouldn't have CaDiva without me. Which means I'm the favorite, ipso facto.
Anyway, I don't think I'll get my haircut today. I will take lunch over to The Mother with her favorite. And a brownie made by her favorite. With the groceries and clothes shopping her favorite did for her her. Still and all, I'm her oldest daughter and I brought the favorite into the family. So I think I am probably on good standing. Except my sister, HRH, produced the granddaughter and great-granddaughter.
Damn, I'm pretty much screwed.
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