i heart kittens.

so chico had her babies yesterday...on the duke's birthday...

and while kittens are cute and all it pretty much foiled our birthday outing because it was obvious chico wanted us around...

so we stayed...and now we've got two new baby kitties...one white one black...

kittens really are cute...well, once they are done with the birth process and all cleaned up that is...before that they are fairly disgusting...seriously...i feel very un-evolved typing that out but that's just how it is...

and kittens are cute in the same exact way that babies are cute...they are supposed to be cute...like there's no mystery involved in the cuteness of a kitten or a baby...they come this way so they won't be abandoned or mistreated because of their inherently annoying characteristics...like pooping wherever they are sitting and keeping you up all night...

what i wonder though is why this pretty much stops at the infant/baby/kitten stage?...like we don't need darwin on our side as we age?

sure, i so don't worry about being abandoned or mistreated and i certainly have figured out bathroom protocol, but seriously my inherently annoying characteristics could use a dose of *cute*...

that being said, the duke did wear his "my mom is #1" shirt out in public yesterday...

so all is not lost...unless he was being ironic...

can ten year olds be ironic?

because this ten year old has sarcasm down pat.

i wonder where he gets it?

in physical therapy news it still sucks...it's me and a bunch of old overweight people...and i'm not saying that in a judging manner, just as an observation...weight does a NUMBER on you for sure...but as you age?...man...

i know i need to be there...my neck needs to be there...i'm just a bit disconcerted by the one big room and closeness of it all...i'm all on my back, feet on the ball, weights in hand, doing pelvic thrusts to beat the band and the guy next to me is trying to move....his....wrist...just...a...centimeter...farther...than...yesterday...

i'm not making fun of the injured as i am one of them...but i do know they all look at me and my obviously designed by a sadist work-out and wonder what in the fuck *i* am doing there...or it's simply because i'm the only one in the room being treated who doesn't remember the spanish-american war...

regardless, i went home and told the lord of the ring that that CAN'T be us...i'm not spending my twilight years pushing his ass in a wheelchair or he mine because we neglected our health and physical fitness when it really mattered...

we discussed this over beers and leftover ribs from the duke's birthday dinner while we watched a marathon of dog the bounty hunter on t.v...

it's good to be on the same page.

x.