That Darn Cat

I will be laying in bed, on Facebook, or like tonight I was reading, but suffice it to say awake, and all of a sudden something slams into the door. This happens relatively often, or at least enough that I shouldn't hit the ceiling when it does, it happened last night but I still jumped when it happened a few minutes ago. Its just stinking Asche, demanding to be let in.

Amanda made lasagna for dinner and invited us over. It was very good! Then we took Olivia to gymnastics, and after that Danielle and I didn't feel like going home, so we went to Barnes and Noble. Jacob was playing with the Thomas set in the kids section, and he asked me if I wanted to play with James. I said no, thank you, that I did not want to play with James, and he said something about, "No, they are boy toys" or boys' toys or something. I was like, and just what is that supposed to mean? But I didn't say it. I just thought it was weird, but he can't have meant it the way I took it, obviously. He must have meant boy as in kid. Amber just smacked head first into the bedroom door now too. I didn't jump that time though.

xoxo, Travvy