When Laurel comes home I'll be deluged in hugs. She's also fascinated with my slightly fuzzy cheeks so I'll gets lots of kisses... and then when it's bedtime we'll have lots of snuggles and giggles reading books about farts. (:

Just wait for another post about the cat! Since we've spent so much quality time together this year, she runs into the kitchen when I say "kitty crack" (catnip) and last week she'd come running when I took down the bagged dry cereal. Apparently generic cocoa puffs sound like cat food when you're an elderly cat.

I was hoping she was actually a ninja cat, but she seems content hissing at grandpa's Yorkie instead of kicking its butt like I envisioned. Oh well.

I'll see my parents, younger sister and Laurel in two weeks! I'll catch up on my hug deficit then. (:

I figured everyone knows about my twitterpation over Henry Rollins by now. (: