Anybody want a peanut?

Seriously, anyone want a kitten?

That last post about my brother's fiance having to move in with her 2 dogs. Well, I heard today that she's also bringing her 8 cats. Maybe just 6 depending on how many she can give away today or how many her mom can take. They think they've found homes for 2 of the 8.

For real....if you've ever wanted a kitten, today is the day to get one. If we don't find homes for them then there will be a grand total of 6 people in this house and at least 11 animals all together.

For the love of God, take a kitten.

Take. A. Kitten.

I can even send you pictures later tonight when they get here.

You need a blue sky holiday.

The count of people and animals living in my parents house just upped 3 tonight.

My brothers fiance and her 2 dogs have unexpectedly had to move in. She was living with her mother and her Mom had been lying to her about financial stuff and their house is being taken away. They have to have all their stuff out by Monday.

So what does that mean? It means that there are 6 people and 5 animals living in this place.

The good thing is that Brent and Cyndi won't be living here for very long. Maybe a few months or so. They just need to get the wedding over with on the 9th and then Cyndi needs to find another job. (She was laid off a month or two ago.) And then they should be out. We are all thinking it won't be too long, but you never know with these things.

I just feel bad because I know Brent feels bad. And I'm sure Cyndi feels worse. My parents are gracious enough to house anyone that needs a home (within reason). They have the space, but it's filling up fast. There's 1 guest bedroom left.

Chris and I will be out in April. That seems like a long time from now, but it was our plan from the very beginning.

Anyone have some money they want to give us? We could all use a few thousand dollars right about now.

David too. He and Stancel got laid off today. Their last day at Career Builder is halloween.

Cancer

Chris and I fly to Florida tomorrow to visit his family. I've only met his grandfather once (at our wedding) but he's such a sweet guy. Chris has told me stories about him and he seems like a pretty awesome guy. About 2 months ago he was given only about 6 months to live. He's had emphazema for quite some time and now he has cancer. There's nothing they can do about it at this point so he's living his last days right now.

I seem to only wonder if people are Christians or not if I hear that they're about to die. I asked Chris if he knew if his grandfather was a Christian and he said he wasn't sure, but probably not. Most people in Chris's family aren't. It makes me sad to think that this sweet old man may not get to meet Jesus. I mean, Allen is in his 70's. What can you even say to a 70 year old man that you know has months to live about God? No, really. I'm open to hearing what someone would do in this situation.

So Over It.

I've officially lost count of how many times people have asked me if I'm pregnant.

I'm not. And thanks for calling me fat.

A fly on the wall.

It's a quiet night. The kind that makes you wish you lived out in the country where every single night could be like this. I haven't noticed an absence of noise this great in God knows how long. I'm savoring the minutes before Chris gets home to tell me what happened with his friend whose girlfriend of 7 years just broke up with him with fast food breath.

Chris' breath, not the girls.

Then I'll sink down into bed, intertwine my legs with his, and we'll have "bedtime talk" just like we do every single night. I wonder if other couples do this too. There will be things said between us in the 10 minutes right before sleep that probably would never have come about had we not unknowingly slipped into this ritual.

He's home.