Andy and Trouble's (may he rest in peace) annual license renewals came in on Saturday. I filled out the forms (one with the "deceased" box checked) and at the same time printed out forms for Dory, Olli, and Nazca. So I sent back six forms, four rabies certificates, three spay or neuter certificates, and a check. That is one full envelope. I weighed it and added extra postage.
While downloading the new forms for the kittenball, I noticed on the county's website that if you have over five domesticated animals at home and you're not a breeder or rescue, you have to get a hobbyist license. We are *this close* to being crazy cat people. Between the cats and the dog we have five. And I've been thinking about getting a puppy. Ruh roh.
While JD and I were sitting in the dining room this evening, we started hearing a faint regular beeping. Turns out the carbon monoxide detector I bought back in 2003 has finally quit working. I think 8 years isn't too bad for a detector, especially since it was an early to market unit. I went on Amazon and found a replacement that also detects explosive gas. And it costs ten bucks less than the original unit. Win! Now we won't die of bad air OR a massive explosion. Cool!
I understand that the vast majority of the country is watching the Superbowl this evening. Luckily for me, I am not married to a pro football enthusiast, so the Superbowl can remain on the fringes of my consciousness. (However, during college football season I have to vacate the house regularly so he can wear his team colors and shout at the tv. So it's not all good.) We are having a standard quiet evening. Dinner [1], conversation, an episode of the X-Files later [2], and a spot of tea. I couldn't be happier.
[1] Chicken Tikka with onions and potatoes, and veggie samosas with mango lime chutney. To die for.
[2] JD had never seen season 1. I saw it a long time ago, obviously. It's available on Netflix now.
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