Journey of Survival

I'm about to embark on a journey that I may or may not survive.

No, Survivor Man Les Stroud still hasn't accepted my marriage proposal so we're not going to the African bush with only an axe and a pencil or Antarctica with only a strand of thread and a match. But now that I think about it this journey might require just as many survival skills.

My family is about to take family photos.

We'll have to smile and pretend like we like each other (because by the time we're in place for the pictures, we won't like each other) and determine if serving a sentence of 143 years without parole is worth strangling the family member next to you.

And did I mention we'll have to do this twice within a few hours? Once with Mom and once with Dad. Oh heaven help us.

Anyway, I got my hair all gussied up Friday, Kodie went to the groomer today and we're ready to roll. Unfortunately, Katie won't be able to join us because now my mom has her own cat. I'm still a little bitter about that. But I do think she's excited to have some time to herself. Kodie and I seem to really cramp her style. I love cats.**

I'm really behind on my blogging and if I survive the family photos I'll try to catch up. Thank you loyal readers who come back even when there really isn't anything new to read.

**At this point I am still a "one cat, one dog, maybe 1 or 2 fish" household so at this point in time there is no danger of becoming "the crazy cat lady."