Went out and pampered myself yesterday. I (gasp) cut my hair. Actually, I didn't cut it, the beautician cut it for me. My husband says it's way too short, I should wear a baseball cap untill it grows back. I love it. It's shorter than I wanted, but it's not too much too short. I just wanted it short enough so I wouldn't have to put my hair up in a ponytail at work, and I could drive with the window down in my car and not get smacked in the face with a handful of hair. Mom would be proud.

My neighbors have a black lab that just had nine puppies. Better them than us. She had them all over the floor of their baby's room. He's convinced he can sell them for $300 each. Maybe to city people, but out here in the country that's more than most people pay for their dogs. That's more than some people pay for their cars. I wish I could get $300 each for all the kittens my cats keep having. Shit, I'd take $300 for all the kittens. Who am I kidding, I'd just about pay people to take them. Right now I have five half-grown kittens, three full-time adult cats, and two that show up once every week or two. Oh, and I was noticing a certain plumpness on one of the full-time cats yesterday. I hear there's a way to stop this shower of kittens, but it involves spending money, so that's going to have to wait a while. The first animal going to the vet is going to be Little Dog, a chihuahua - dachsund mix. My husband keeps thinking we should let her have a litter, but I think not. We never have any luck getting rid of kittens, what makes him think we could get rid of puppies any easier?