I've lost my wedding ring!

I haven't seen it in over a week. It may be lost in the garden or gone down the bathroom drain! I will probably never know, but it will be left with the house, one way or another.

And maybe it was just Richard's way of telling that he isn't coming back. Maybe it is time to move on.

But how can I leave the lilacs?

Well, I survived Monday the 13th!

By the skin of my teeth! 

So now what? 

Oh, and for those of you who think a small cat can’t shed amazing amounts of fur, come see Billie Jean now. She is in full St. Bernard molting mode! 

Monday the 13th!

Okay, I don't quite understand why Friday the 13th has such a bad rep. At least it is Friday. Any working stiff knows that makes it a good thing. Now, Monday the 13th has no redeeming virtue.

None! None whatsoever!

And when the first thing you learn is that Doris Day has passed, it is even more bleak!

I have been remiss about posting here. I missed Jane and Sarah's birthdays, Mother's Day and the one year anniversary of Billie Jean joining the household! My bad!

Happy birthday, Jane and Sarah. Happy Mothers Day everyone and thank you for joining me, Billie Jean!

I wish I could go back to bed and wait for Tuesday the 14th!