Is there any better way to spend a Nashville weekend than hanging with cats (naturally), friends and cocktails?
Of course there’s not.
Much to Teddy’s annoyance, we’re still housing the little fur ball that we rescued a few weeks ago. I’m affectionately calling him New Cat, so as not to fall in love with the sweet boy as I try to find him a more permanent home.
In great effort to hide from his newest best friend, Ted tried to obstruct himself in a mound of pillows.
My two favorite people turned one last weekend and at their super hero themed party, I acquired a temporary tattoo…
…that still resides on my forearm one week later (I swear I shower).
Sporting my Incredible Hulk ink, I headed to a baby shower for my gal pal Coco (the Shit Dip recipe creator) who is expecting twins this spring.
Seeing an assortment of friends, mostly all moms or mothers-to-be made the afternoon fly by.
To avert anyone from thinking I was carrying anything other than alcohol in my belly under my billowy shirt, we made signs to ease minds.
As the shindig wound down, it was time to clear out the wine bottles and of course I was more than happy to put my expert gulping skills to use.
While I was downing all of the vino east of the Mississippi, my Iowa nephew was eating all of the watermelon west of the river.
I love spending a Sunday parked in front of the TV, gussied up in my finest pjs, snuggled down with Ted. Which is why my body almost went into shock as I went against my weekly ritual to watch the Grammy Awards at a viewing party last night.
Joining a fine trio of fellas at the party, we decided it was time to bring our band out of retirement and grace the over saturated Nashville music scene with our presence again.
In celebration of our revival we had a hard time paying attention to the awards show.
But when we turned our attention toward the big screen, it tended to look like this….
Which made this morning all the more fun as I groggily got myself up for work.
But as I left my mini manse, a certain pouty pants of a Bear had a friend helping him bid me adieu on his favorite perch.
Think my resident fur ball is falling for New Cat?