That time when...

There was this one time when 

Dave decided to cook bacon on a "foil boat" on the grill...

in the rain...

and we used two fire extinguishers...

and still ended up spending a couple hours washing smoke stains off the walls.

Psychic Twin Powers

Luke was testing out whether he and Ally had psychic twin powers. 

Such an environmentalist

It's BLT time again!

Grabbing the bacon out of the pan, I asked Ally to put paper towel down for me. She put down one layer, and I said, "We actually need two layers." 

I filled up the plate with bacon and asked her for two more pieces of paper towel for another layer. She put down two pieces of paper towel, but they were the small kind, so it was one layer. I said, "I actually mean two layers, not two pieces."

She took more pieces, rolling her eyes a little at me, and muttered, "I feel bad for the environment right now."

Come on! We recycle, we compost, we even use cloth napkins, for Pete's Sake, but this is bacon grease!

She seemed to forget about the environment, however, by the time her sandwich was ready.

Scrappy-Mulligan-Lola

Mulligan was scheduled for his neutering yesterday morning. I dropped him off around 8:30 and came back to pick him up at 4:00.

When I came in, a woman asked me to sit down so she could talk to me. I got really worried that something had happened to him. I waited for 10 minutes with my heart in my stomach.

Then a different volunteer came and handed me him in his carrier. I looked in, and he looked fine. I said, "Is he okay? Did he do all right?"

The volunteer replied, "Yes, he's a little shy, but the surgery went well."

I said the other woman had wanted to talk to me. I asked if I should wait. He said it was fine, I could go home. I took him in the car and snuggled him and then drove him home.

He seemed to be in a lot of pain, so I checked his incision. There was a huge line down the center of his abdomen and a small one to the side.

I thought, Those aren't neutering incisions! I panicked. Did they accidentally cut him wrong? Oh my goodness, that must be why they wanted to talk to me! I thought of the stories of someone going in to have their right leg amputated and having their left accidentally taken by mistake.

I was confused. I was worried.

I grabbed the paperwork they'd given me and went upstairs. The first page said, 8 weeks old, Neutered, Domestic SH, Black Cat. I was so upset. What was going on.

Then I found something that said Mulligan, Female (spayed)

I called Dave at work. I asked him to FaceTime and showed him the incision. I asked, "Do you think they cut him wrong, or do you think he's a girl!?"  He told me to try calling MADACC.

I explained to the staff there what happened, they said, "Oh, let me look... Yep, it's a girl."

I asked, "Was I confused this whole time? Or did they just figure it out when they went to neuter him?"

They were like, "They just figured it out."

Okay.

I cried. My sweet little kitty boy was a girl. We spent a month thinking of all the things he did ask being  spunky boy things. We named him a boy's name.

I braced myself for the kids' reaction and told them. They all laughed. They called their friends to tell them the funny story.

Kate said, "I want to call her Lola."

I said, "Ugh! No. I hate that name. Every time I hear it, I think of a song about a woman named Lolathat was actually a man... OH! Oh, my gosh. That's PERFECT! Lola, it is!"