our new dishwasher....

"has a lock on it, so no one steals our dishes." Camille Anaya, age four.

She is having a popsicle for breakfast. She asked, I said Yes. Why not? Summer is almost over.

Kittens are heavenly. They are curled up together on the couch. They are just all sweet and fuzzy and innocent. Soon we shall start them on kitten chow and get them going in the litter box....then before we know it, we'll be saying goodbye to them. Their mama will be going to visit the vet, so we don't have another litter of kittens.

My morning has not been uneventful. Sweet little Suri can be a monster. She pooped on and near her newspapers last night. Not once, not twice, but FIVE piles of poop. Two puddles of pee. Dang, who elected ME as the Puppy Janitor? I am very thankful for disinfectant spray and paper towels.

She also got into the can of compost stuff....she chowed on corn cobs. She must have been playing with them too, because there was corn all over the floor near the door.

I suppose the answer would be to put her in that crate, whining or not, and get up in the night and take her out to potty when she barks...

It is a good thing she is so cute.

Anyway. I drove Samuel to work because his bike is acting up. I do not recommend buying bikes from Wal-Mart. Complete and total Made In China junk. We bought two bikes there...one, the pedals fell off. The other one, the tire popped, not just the tube, the whole tire. The gears get stuck.

So I drove him, meaning I had to get up at a bit after six am.

The princesses are having fun with the dishwasher box. They made purple curtains and taped them to the windows their sister cut out for them. There is like a half of a load of clean towels on the bottom to make it comfy. Yesterday they were fighting so much about it, I just took it outside and said, "fight out here." They were friends again pretty quickly. I mean, I am not going to referee every little disagreement because it makes a huge-er deal out of things than necessary.

The box is back in the living room now. Looks lovely.

Last night's dinner was very yummy. It was raining out, so I baked the marinated chicken breast. It wasn't as good as grilled, but it was good. We had corn on the cob, and a huge salad with garden tomatoes.

After dinner, Paul was finishing up the new dishwasher installation, and Joe and Aaron were cleaning up dinner. I decided to go for a walk, even though it was sprinkling out. Sam volunteered to go with me. We walked a few miles, talking about important things like his weekend camping trip and World War II. It was dark when we got home, I was glad Sam was with me.

Ah well, time to get moving.