I apologize, friends, but it has seriously taken me a full week to recover from my ten day vacation in Wyoming. I have been an awful, snuffly, sleepy, messy zombie since I arrived back at my Woo-town home at 1 a.m. last Monday. It's been pretty.
I finally unpacked my bags today. I finally did laundry, washing all the little particles of Nebraska dirt off my clothes. I finally disinfected my house of all the little dust bunnies, dirtballs and kitty messes that accumulated after such a long absence. I just couldn't function normally until this house was cleaned from top to bottom. Now it's spotless, and I am ready to blog, baby!
the day before. I promise, we didn't. We actually had a very relaxing week with no black eyes included, despite what this picture looks like.
Sister came to visit while I was home, and the three of us girls spent a day in Chey-town shopping, eating, movie-going and getting pretty little pedicures. Guess what?! Finger toes are genetic.
Weird, right? Yes, our toes are weird. But not quite as weird as the number of photos Sister and I managed to take of our weird little pedicured finger-toes... or the amount of difficulty I had actually getting our toes in the picture.
Speaking of weird... have you ever seen a swarm of kittens? Yes, I said a swarm. Like, what bees do. That's the best way I can describe what was happening in our barn.
A few more good years of cat crops like this, and they'll have to sell the cattle to keep up with the feline farm.
He doesn't look like much now, but by 2015 this foundation Tom will have laid the genetic groundwork for most of Kimball County's line-bred barn cat bloodlines.
Speaking of awesome things that originate in Nebraska...
This is a Legend Supreme from Runza. It is the only fast-food hamburger worth eating. Ever. You can only get it in Nebraska. Runza is the reason Nebraska's catch phrase is "The Good Life."