Cat Fur

Apparently there is a gross excess of cat fur in our apartment. I thought I knew the full extent of this, but I guess I didn't until my brother came to visit and brought it to my attention.

Sam arrived on Thursday night before his Friday morning interview for a grad school for school psychology. I drove him into Denver Friday morning and lint rolled the back of his pants in front of the psychology building in busy downtown because he had accumulated cat fur from sitting in the passenger seat of my car.

When I got back to Boulder, I arrived to cats working on a new project: making sure Sam's other clothing and temporary bedding had plenty of cat fur as well.

Sam's bed was placed in her sunshine.

Had to fur-ify the fuzzy pants too. Gracie didn't do a good enough job; Luna helps.

Cat fur is now on every one of the articles of clothing Sam brought with him, and I have a new found resolution to use the furminator more often.

Weekend Home Improvement

Last weekend, after checking the weather forecast and realizing it would be too windy to go snowboarding at El Dora, James and I headed out to do some pleasantly domestic shopping.

We ended up finding a rug, which I insisted we need for the living room, then insisted it must be placed as shown.

Before:

After: (notice a cat is always present)


We also found spice jars with magnetic bottoms, which we determined could be essential to space-saving and free up some much needed kitchen counter space. We bought quite a few spice jars but didn't get the framed mounting for them because it was very expensive and too big for the space we wanted to use it in. So we tromped around town some more and finally found the perfect stove cover at the hardware store, for much cheaper, and the spice jars stuck! Last step was to get a silver Sharpie and write the spice names on the spice jar lids.

Here is our finished product:

All in all it was a great weekend, we got a lot done. Although we never did find the perfect wine rack, which is what we were shopping for in the first place.

Court

Yesterday I trekked down to court in Thronton to deal with the speeding ticket I received at the end of January (on my brother's birthday, to be exact). I got to the courthouse at 9am and waited patiently before being told that the insurance charge would be dropped, because I did have insurance, just not current proof of it in my car when I was pulled over. They also decreased the charge from 4 points to 1 point since it's my first ticket in the past year in Colorado.

The interesting part was listening to other cases while waiting for mine to be called. I heard several shoplifting cases (and after this hid my purse), two assault charges with the judge refusing a protective order because of admitted racism, and lots of traffic cases from people who had multiple tickets and would possibly have thier liscenses suspended. Unfortunately, my case was called just before I got to hear about a young girl nearby who carried printed pictures of what looked like a nasty knee injury. I would have stayed there all day, if I hadn't had to work.

$145 later I learned my lesson (sorta) and am now careful to watch for cops, especially in school zones.

Judge: This is your first ticket in your year of driving in Colorado?
Me: Yes.
Judge: This is your last ticket?
Me: Hopefully.