Friday Nights

When I was in high school, Friday nights consisted of hanging out with my friends and flirting with boys (hey, I'm just being honest.)

In the early days of our marriage, Dear Sweet Hubby and I spent Friday nights out shopping and whatnot (and unfortunately, are still paying the price. Dumb credit cards.)

And now, as a mom and married gal, Friday nights have taken a decidely different turn.

Last night, Dear Sweet Hubby, LBB, and I went for a nice, relaxing evening walk. And I came back to....

Orzo pasta. All. Over. The. Living Room.

Yes, that's right. Apparently, Cat #2 decided that she would pull the garbage bag OUT of the cupboard, get stuck in the handle, freak out, and tear around the living room, dispelling it's dinnery contents everywhere.

I mean everywhere. Under the heater (we have radiant heat). ON the wall (yes, you read that right). Under the sofa, and somehow, under LBB's playthings. I moved the sofa to find our dimwitted Cat #2 hiding with the torn up bag stuck around her neck. (See, I used "dimwitted" in the most realistic sense.)

And the fun didn't end after I moved all the furniture and vacuumed the floor very thoroughly (thank goodness it wasn't a saucy meal.) After I got everything put where it was meant to be sans Orzo pasta, I went and found cat #2 and began to pick the Orzo that was stuck in her fur out. And...12 hours later, I am STILL finding pieces of Orzo in her thick fur.

Sigh. All I can do is chuckle.