Have I lost my mind? Short answer: Yes.

Or is the universe aligning against me (with me?) I don't know. I can't decide.

Keebles will be nine years old on Monday. (sniff, sniff) Last Saturday night, J and I were folding laundry, plotting the events of the upcoming week, when out of the blue, he says to me, "What if we let Keebles pick out a kitten for her birthday?"

Hold the press. Let's backtrack. J doesn't dislike the cats, but he doesn't really like them either. He puts up with them because he loves me. And I love the cats. And I had pretty much decided that we would be a one-cat family, because I love J and I don't want him to feel like his feelings don't count. Clear as mud?

Back to folding: I looked at J kind of funny and thought perhaps he was being controlled by aliens. And then I thought about how busy we are. So I said, "No. Besides, I don't even know anyone who has kittens right now." End of story.

I took my kids up to my mom and dad's the next day. We went over to get a tour of the "Taj Garage" that my dad is helping his neighbor build. As we were admiring the garage-that-is-bigger-than-my-house, my dad's neighbor says, "Have you seen the kittens?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. And I remembered what I said to J about not knowing anyone who had kittens. And I had to wonder if this was divine intervention.

Long story short: we are now getting a kitten. He'll be coming home in about 10 days. Keebles has named him "Chester" for the cat in the Bunnicula books. She has been researching how to take care of a kitten. She is thrilled. And I am so proud of KJ because I know he wanted to pick one out too, but to his credit, there was no whining. Einstein is his cat anyway, but that's a story for another day.

So, we will shortly be back to two cats. And it feels good. Thanks, J, for being such a good sport.

Tell me this isn't the face of sheer joy.

Curiousity killed my productivity

I feel like the old man on that awesome 90's TV show, "Wings." Do you remember him? The one who asked all of the questions? "I wonder how much this building weighs?"

Point being, I start to wonder about something and then I want an answer NOW. Not in an hour, certainly not later, definitely not tomorrow. I need it NOW. So, I whined until I got myself a smart phone. But, I digress.

Question of the day: What day of the year has the highest percentage of births in the US? The drive behind this question came from logging onto Facebook today and seeing that I have six friends with birthdays today. Add to that two friends who are not on Facebook and my dear daughter, that brings my total to NINE people that I know personally with birthdays on April 25.

I don't know about you, but that seems to be statistically significant. But, I never took stats, so I am just talking out of mybackside now.

Of course, my good friend Google and I started looking for this infomation. I came across several sites that stated that October 5 is the most common birth date in the United States. But, I don't know a single soul born on October 5. How can that be true?

These are the things that keep me up at night.