Picture Story Time!

This is what 2000 East looks like right now :)
Now I’d like to tell the story of our family’s cat. She recently disappeared and then returned like this:

Sad, right? Personally, I think she got attacked by Ricky Raccoon. Anyway, I actually wanted to show some of the varied ways she sleeps. Always on my bed, but check this out:

This is one of the more mellow ones. We’ll call it “au naturel.”

This one, I like to call “dead spider” since she curls her legs up like that.

This one, her foot reminds me of Thumper, so we’ll call it “the Thumper.
Another eye-opened sleep—partially on my lap. Blood’s rushing to her head, almost looks like she’s hanging upside down. We’ll call it “the bat.”

Another more natural position.
I’m running out of names. But this next one is my personal favorite:

I’d like to call this one “ill-mannered kitty.” Not very lady-like, is she?
Yesterday Emily and I sang in Emily’s ward. As I was sitting, thinking about what we were about to do, I thought, “What if I tripped on my way up?” Then I laughed to myself, because, come on! I would never do that. Oh, but I would. And I did. Lovely. Everyone needs some nice humble pie every once in awhile.
Last night I slept at 8. Like a baby. Until 7 this morning.
Then when I woke up this morning, I grabbed my dirty laundry in my arms and took it down to the laundry room. I dropped it on the ground and….a big, FAT spider crawled out. Never again—I will always use my laundry bag for my clothes now.
We had a bomb threat in the office on Friday. You wouldn’t think that a construction worker writing on the side of a porta potty would necessitate the evacuation of thousands of lawyers and stock brokers. And yet it did. We were notified in the management office around 1:15. When I told my boss Kelly that he needed to call all our tenants and notify them, he said, “Okay,” and then proceeded to ask the engineers for help on his math homework. As things turned out, I was the only one left in the office at 1:30 when the bomb was supposed to detonate. As my brother Brian said, “What REALLY happened was probably that construction worker wrote on the side of the porta potty, ‘I dropped a bomb in here today.’”