Dear Bridget, I’m In Love With A Kitten

^^^ sing that to the tune of “I’m In Love With a Stripper” for dramatic effect.

Right now I’m sitting on my bed with my coffee in its pink flamingo tacky mug which I stole from my old sketchy house when no one claimed it and I have my little baby in my lap. I think I’m naming him Jude because I keep going back to that name and I don’t think I can name him after a rhododendron and call him “Roadie” because many reasons but mainly because I don’t want to have to explain his name every time someone asks. I also like the idea of being able to sing “Hey Jude” to him every time I come home. It’s a win win. I say that; he’ll probably have a different name tomorrow. But for today he’s Jude. See pictures below if you haven’t already seen way too many pictures of my little crusty faced honey bun.

I think I’m feeling pressure about naming him because I want to give my cat a name with some sort of clever literary significance and I think other people want that as well. Maybe I should just name him Santa and be done with it.

my cat brings all the boys to the yard

my cat brings all the boys to the yard

and they’re like

It’s settled. I’m the cat-ladyiest. Everyone always told me I would be. I’m a little bit embarrassed but I’m also embracing it.

I woke up the other day with this Shania Twain song stuck in my head.

You know how sometimes you have one song in your head and then it seamlessly turns into another song somehow? That kept happening where the Shania Twain song was mashing into this song called Coal War by Joshua James. I want to bake real bad. (really badly, whatever).

I wrote you a really cool postcard today. I’m realizing that I need t0 use up all of my postcard stamps pretty fast so they don’t go bad. The coconut shampoo is doing weird things to my hair. Switching away from baking soda was the best decision, I know, but I liked the way my hair was better when I did that. But I don’t want my hair to shrivel up and fall out so I guess it’s ok.

Your list was my favorite thing and it inspired me a lot. I love being in a real pile with my buddies. Imagine what it will be like when we have families. Real piles all the time and cooking from scratch so that you don’t have to tip the waiters. Because we love to tip the waiters. 20% is a gentleman’s minimum. I haven’t had brussell sprouts in a while but I’m thinking I should get some because that’s one of the foods that makes me happiest to eat and cook. Bridget I just love you. Thank you for letting me hang up and call you back six times yesterday. I hope you found some nice red wine last night.

I love you to the moon (and back)

Your Anna

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