Beginning to End

When your day starts with finding cat vomit all over the floor of your bedroom, and then (before that's even properly cleaned up) discover your foster kittens, however cute they are, have defecated in the bathtub and tracked it all over the bathroom, it looks like bad beginnings, especially when you need to be out of the house by 10 which seems to be tricky for me even on a good day (boy how's that for a run-on sentence). And this right after I publicly announced my preference for these creatures.



The morning held no shadow over the rest of the day however, and we enjoyed overpriced pumpkin picking with some friends. The price included the hayride and any pumpkin you could carry out, with age based prices. I figured I could make up for my expensive "adult" pumpkin by encouraging Providence to pick a big "small child" priced pumpkin, the catch- she had to carry it herself, any help by an adult would result in an adult price. So her large could-barely-lift-it pumpkin got downsized on the way back to the wagon...twice.

The day finished up nicely, Kelsey was over all day doing laundry (since her machine was leaking), it encouraged me to get down to business about my pile, which though clean had been sitting around for weeks waiting to be folded and put away. I wish I had a picture to show you the monstrosity that was this pile, but you'll just have to imagine, if you can. And I finally put up the flag cases housing the flags I received at Joe's funeral. I didn't find a stud first (sorry dad) I hope they don't come crashing down on my head.

I'd say in the end the day was redeemed.