Ritz

Only because I tweeted mean things about her does she get a blog post.

And as long as we're on the topic of cats, I thought I would share the dream my mom had about cats (for the record, I have never dreamt about cats). The dream goes pretty much like this: We had an additional six cats and one was pregnant. The exact words from my mom, "It was awful."

Wollersheim

Introducing our only holiday family tradition: The Wollersheim Winery

After this picture the guy double-checked that I was 21.

The reason I like wine so much: it goes with cheese.

Brave

Today I was finally brave enough to wear my birks with socks. Too bad I didn't have women studies today (I'm almost positive I would have gotten extra credit).

Blessed

This weekend I felt so loved. But when the weekend was over, I still felt loved. I am truly blessed. I am loved on all the time, not just my birthday. And here is proof. I think Fred is feeling a little more love for Becky though. Love you all bunches too!

Birthday Weekend Summary

Decorations:

 Pea coats:

The definition of photogenic:

Then the roomie celebrating began:

 Love her:

 And her:

 And them:

 And her:

 And don't forget the glitter spray:

 Or the really cold ice cream cake (best cake ever):

 Precious:

 Even more precious:

 Only after a few tries:

 Cecily is a little too excited:

 They're all ready:

 I'm pretty speedy:

 And I drool:

 And Cecily laughs at me:

 Sparkles:

Mat Kearny here we come:

 Furry visitor:

 Furry visitor plus another visitor:

 And another visitor:

Summary of summary: I had an amazing weekend. Thank you all for helping me celebrate. Love you all.

Say cheese

I'm really not obsessed with cheese (or cats for that matter), but this just happens to be cheese related. This cheese grater smiles at me every morning. Sometimes I smile back, sometimes I don't (and now I really do sound crazy). It's always smiling though.

The other day...

Quinn and Cecily were exercising. Fortunately I was not, so I was able to snap this picture.

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