Kittens and Daiquiris Don't Mix

Wonderful, amazing, adoring, going to get anything he wants Hubby called from work today.

Do you want the interesting news or the great news. He asks.

I opted for the interesting first. I like my dessert last.

I had a very long conversation with my Mother today, (oh oh I think) and she tells me their barn cat had kittens. She claims in her life, she has never seen a cuter kitten then this little beauty in need of love.

Oh crap on a stick! Do you know what my kids beg for every time we go to buy DOG food. For our big black DOG. A kitten. This is not a passing phase. This has been going on for SIX years.

Now I am a Mother torn. I already clean up fur from the DOG who will not stop shedding even though I threatened to vacuum her, and I am the only one who cleans the stinky fish bowl. I might even be the only one who feeds Chips the fish. Are we really going to add a kitty ...a helpless, cute, won't survive without us kitty to our clan?

Must.not.cave.to.cuteness.

 

Must change subject.

What is the great news? I ask all kinds of distracted.

My parents are NOT using their lake house next week (yes I said lake house) and said we can take it if the kids are interested in some time at the beach?

IF WE ARE INTERESTED? They won't even be there! We can HAVE the lake house? Now I'm spinning in circles, packing, thinking about making my kids dream come true with a ridiculously cute kitty, and day dreaming about the sun, the sandcastles, the daiquiris the candles, the BBQ. The amazing family vacation that just fell in my lap!


What to do?
Decide while drinking daiquiris on the beach.
Sounds reasonable.
Please don't forget me when I'm gone...
You will have to check back to see if we adopt the cutest cat that ever lived!

 

See you in a week!