Sunday at my house

I love Sundays at my house.

I woke up early, read the paper and cooked breakfast, dropped off kitty litter for my cousin who adopted my cat is just cat sitting my cat. After Sunday School and Church, I picked up a shrimp po-boy from our favorite little seafood restaurant. I cleaned the kitchen, swept and mopped the wood floors in the foyer and dining room and planted three houseplants that were housewarming gifts. Now, under the dining room window, along with the Lantana, is an Easter Lily, Cali Lily and Tulips.

I visited with my neighbor while we tried to convince our dogs that they should be friends. I then cooked dinner for a sick friend (Mexican casserole), drove it over to her while having a long conversation with my best friend, and got momentarily lost. I cooked my own home some dinner (Spaghetti), cleaned the kitchen, and took the dog for a mile and 1/2 walk. After a hot bath, I searched the house for some cookies, didn't find any.

I also discovered black spray paint:

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