C is for Cupcake

I took the afternoon off yesterday. I was only going to take a couple of hours for a mani/pedi since I've had a gift certificate since September, but I didn't get Megan on Wednesday like I was supposed to so I picked her up early from daycare and we made cupcakes. My new cupcake carrier arrived and it's terrific. Much better than the Wilton and Tupperware versions and it was only $10! Since we are now doing a departmental potluck this semester, I may have to do decorate-your-own cupcakes since families are invited.

C is also for cigarettes. My friend had to go to western Washington for a dog show and she was hosting her mentor. She said that she finally had to tell the woman to pick up her butts because she was sick of cleaning up after her. She told her that they may leave butts around in the Midwest, but not in the Northwest. It's always funny to me that most smokers don't think twice about littering their butts. I saw some guy clean out his car of trash and on the walk over to the trashcan, he threw a butt on the ground. Umm, yeah, still littering.

Why does the cat hop up on the bed in the middle of the night and start bathing herself? If I wanted to be awakened by a shaking bed, I wouldn't have left the earthquake state.

It looks like my dad's cousin and his wife will be visiting this weekend-ish. They're on a big RV trip and originally were going to bypass us, but it looks like they may detour to us. They mentioned around the 11th, but also said that they'd contact him when they were four or so days away. We'll see how he tolerates them as they're now quite religious.