Mrs. Ha usually works Tuesday, but her boss wanted hours, so she took it off. We did some baking, Irish_girl came by with birthday desserts, and then we went to the school with the cookies. There were enough extra that nine year old and two friends were able to wander the school handing out cookies to previous teachers, and adminstration, with four year old and I tagging along.
Then home, then back to school to pick up nine year old to go to the pound and get a cat. Yes, the November cat ran away one night, and we don't know where she is. The best odds are she go crushed by a car late one night a street over, a calico matching her description sustained fatal injuries crossing that street. But then other people saw a calico matching her description about 8 streets over, including the main drag. Regardless, she's not here.
Mrs. Ha is quite the cat person, and was astonished to find that I am not. I like them a little, and tolerate them, but I prefer the loyalty of a dog who will rip off a burglar's arm while I choose the appropriate firearm from my wall hanging arsenal. So, when I heard her tell me of this calico kitten at the pound, in one of her many trips to the pounds to see if November cat showed up, I knew we would be getting it. Yet another bday present.
Later, we celebrated Mrs. Ha's bday with a slow limping trip to the corner deli for ice cream (our server was incredibly slow, he wouldn't have lasted an hour at Friendly's) where I ended up buying ice cream for upstreet_boy (he's nearly family, it seems) and then birthday presents, including the nearly lethally intoxicating Magie Noire parfum (Magie Noire oil has disappeared off the market, probably from too many lawsuits from children irreparably harmed from seeing their daddy bending their mommy over the couch in a lust crazed intoxicated madness, it was that good.)
Our mailman left a confusing note Monday. At first (and second and third read), it was a note saying we had certified mail from the New York State Tax agency, and our neighbor down the street had signed for it. I was anxious, was it the few dollars I spent on ebay without paying state tax? the $900 tercel being undervalued (the body is really a mess). Neighbor knew nothing about it, so I reread it. On fourth glance, it had been misdelivered, and nieghbor down the street had certified mail from the state tax agency. I doubt they send out certified mail for Exemplary Taxpayer awards, so it's probably bad news, butnot for me, schadenfruede.
Summer is nearly here. We're done with ice skating, this was the last Wednesday I have to get up at 5:45 until fall, and we're done with all the other evening activities. Friday night is nine year old's exposition on the American Revolution, and next Wednesday is the last day of school. Saturday is theh school picnic, we'll probably attend.
We still need to plan four year old and nine year old's bday, and get them gifts. I also have my mom's bday coming up, Father's Day, a wedding, just a whole slew of events.
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