we're outta here!

it finally happened.  our cats have jumped ship.  i woke up this morning to find a "dear john" letter on the litter box.  apparently our decision to not take them with us to florida was the straw that broke the camel's back.  they opted for a romantic winter getaway at a resort/sculpture garden in ada, michigan.  the place must have every amenity (or at least wi-fi, breakfast buffet, karate lessons, spa services and karaoke night) as i found these in my inbox:

i'm beginning to think that we got the raw end of the vacation deal. hope you guys have lots of fun.  party like a rock star.  i just don't want to get any bills for trashed hotel rooms.

testing mom's limits...

this is what happens when you tell a 3-year-old "hurry up and get dressed, otherwise i'll leave you home with dad".  yep, that would be a t-shirt around his waist and pants on his head.

wit and wisdom of youth...

this also falls under the category of "woo-hoo!  dad's in charge!"

mom:  "what is this?"

sophie:  "tiger boy."

mom:  "who did this?"

sophie:  "laura."

mom:  "who is laura?"

sophie:  "laura is in trouble."

yes, laura, you are in trouble!