Sunday Morning Purrr-fection

It may not be the my ideal Sunday morning, but it is a rather enjoyable Sunday morning nonetheless; listeing to Alicia Keys, updating my SparkPeople page, drinking a soy chai for breakfast and having Vinnie lying next to me purring like crazy. The calm before the storm no doubt.

Earlier, I heard the Insane Little Squirrel spitting and sputtering--turns out Jake was just sitting on the ledge of the patio, asleep. So, I collected Jake and brought the kitties all in--it is far too cold to have the door open this morning and I'm still shocked that there are golfers in their shorts out there... of course, they are all 50+ year old men, which means they probably think it is "just right" finally. I notice the women out there are in sweatshirts and long pants... proving, once again, we are the saner sex.

As for me, I, sadly, will be opting for shoes that are not sandals today. It is getting on that time. Not that I won't wear sandals in the fall or winter, just more reserved. Frost bite on the toes is not attractive.

Time to sign off for now and move on with my Sunday. There are chores and obligations and I want to reward myself for meeting my September goal by 25 percent so far and getting some new nail polish for my toes. They haven't been painted all week and are in dire need of something to brighten them.

Mahalo.