I may be hiding under the table until my husband is done cleaning up from dinner. I think he can only see my feet from under the table cloth. I sware I'm an adult.
I've got a cat under here with me so I might never leave. This is my home now. Please update all forwarding information.
Update: Another cat has joined me under the table (count them, 2 cats) and my husband is bringing me pumpkin pie! Confirmation I am here for the duration of the weekend and that I married the right man.
It's true what they say, you haven't tasted punkin pie until you've eaten it under your dinning room table snuggling with two fluffy cats. Well, idk if anyone has actually ever said that before but if they havent they should and how I have and it's true.
Update: So disappointingly this store bought pie is trash.
