busy lady

sometimes I do things that bug mr.cat (who, by the way, has been officially renamed mr.e.e.cat). like turn him upside down. or chase him with a sheet. or try to trick him by moving his favorite blanket (which just-so-happens to be my favorite blanket) to a new location.

then he looks at me like this:

I feel like you must be looking at me like that sometimes too. I mean, here’s a post, there’s a post. now-you-see-her, now-you-don’t. I mean, how about a little consistency, right? geez.

it’s not that I don’t like being here with you.

honest.

I’ve just been so busy (and you know that seldom happens)

busy with night-long-goodbyes to someone who entered my life just long enough to make me sad as she steps out of it

busy with two performances of children running around in fat, orange pumpkin suits and mice costumes with pink tummies

busy with celebrating having the best mom ever

busy with trying to fill up as many minutes as I can find with that boy who’s busy with a new job and finals

busy with picking out a new(er?) car that I just might be able to almost afford

busy with thoughts of hopes+tries

but I’ll make time for you this week. you betcha.