What is a life but a story to be told. Here is a cute story of the other night.

I was puttering around the house, Katie (MIL cat) was trying very hard to get into the pantry. I didn't pay too much attention, as she likes to get into cabnits and my pantry. I must have walked over or around her a dozen times. My cats were lounging in varies parts of the house, tigger on the couch in the den, Ginger on the floor over by the laundry room under the kitchen table. Katie was just going crazy scratching under the door. Last year we had a small mouse in the pantry sooo, I thought maybe again we had a critter. I opened the pantry door and Katie inspected all the waters, sodas, papertowels, and trash bags. When I picked up the trashbags Katie and I found a tailless blue tail lizzard scurrying around. Katie was having a blast playing with it, she chased it out of the panty into the kitchen, into the living room by the fireplace. In the meantime my cats decided to get into the game of "Live Lizzard in the House." Only no one was catching it, they were just chasing it all around my house. I finally had to catch it myself. I of course had to show it to M. and D. M. wanted to keep it in a glass jar. We let it go outside, I think Tigger or Ginger finally caught it and ate it later.

It's been a little more quite around here this week. Went through M's clothes and got rid of the too small clothes, winter clothes and pulled out the shorts and tees. My daughter has a vast wardrobe. I think she is set for the whole summer and fall. Other than that we are just waiting upon Rachel to have a baby goat any week now. (This will make #10.)

It rained today and everything was so fresh and GREEN. I love GREEN in my fields. TTFN