Levitation

When I went up to the bedroom to get dressed to go to work this morning, Dinah was working in my drawer again. I so wished that I had had the camera with me--the wide-eyed guilty look was just priceless! I kind of wanted to see her finish what she was going, though, so I didn't yell at her, and I stopped and watched. She was standing on top of my dresser, reaching into my underwear drawer, pulling out underwear and flinging it everywhere. There was a pile of underwear on the floor, and several individual items hanging off the corners of the drawer.

She worked, and worked, and worked, and when she had enough of it out, she squeezed herself into the drawer and disappeared down the back of the dresser behind the drawer into the drawer beneath. Which explains why the bottom of that drawer was broken. Bob told me I was overloading the drawers, and while I admited that was probably true, that particular one wasn't. However, I hadn't taken into account the eleven pound cat.

Bob was taking a shower, and I went in and made him open the door and look at what she was doing, and he admitted that he had left the drawer open an inch or so to see what she would do--he must have left it slightly open the other morning, too, after he had put the laundry away. He said he watched her notice that the drawer was open, and jump straight up from the floor to the top of the dresser--about a five foor vertical leap. Then she pushed the drawer open and started digging things out and throwing them to the floor.

Once she accomplished her goal of clearing out enough space to get into the drawer, I was curious to see how she was going to get out. I stood there for a few minutes, and pretty soon, she stuck her head out, looked around, and popped out. In this case, I suppose the end result wasn't as exciting as she had hoped.

I didn't accomplish much this weekend, but I did go to Kohl's and try on about a hundred pairs of jeans. Or maybe it was about ten, but it seemed like a hundred. I bought one pair of jeans, and one pair of capris, and I'll probably go back and get another pair of jeans. They're lighter denim than I'm used to, but consequently they're more comfortable, and I could use some lighter ones for summer anyway.

I don't know why jeans are so difficult. I have absolutely no idea what size to even try on anymore. These are smaller than the last ones I bought, but larger than the ones before that, and they all still fit. Of course, they're all different brands. And once I find a brand/size that fits perfectly, of course they stop making them. Which is why I'd probably better go back and get one more pair before they're discontinued.

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