First order of business, kids. I haven't mentioned them once this week.
School starts Monday. And I will be home alone for the first time in years. Princess Pink n Lace is going to kindergarten. She has uniforms and a brand new backpack (though she has no use for one really) and a cute little cardigan and some Mary Janes. And I am going to bawl. I know I am. Why? Because in addition to little Miss Kindergartner, I have a grown up senior this year too. And a junior. Both ends of the spectrum. One beginning, one ending and one in between. Yup tearing up already. Gonna be fun.
I finally found light blue oxford shirts for a smallish Jr. girl at a uniform store. The sales girl asked if skater punk gurl was a freshman this year. I heard the mental hissing. We bought small shirts, they are too big. Where exactly did I get this kid? My oldest outgrew me, she's 5'6" and has been since the eighth grade, she's starting her third year of college. Skater punk gurl is 16 and 5'3" and so slim it makes me sick. I've never been slim, or petite. Just short and pear shaped.
And the boy, well, he's 6'2" the in laws all have to stare up at him. It's funny really. All grown up and filling out college applications. Gonna bawl right now.
So that's the state of the Celeste household. Except for the cats. Jinx and Luna. Two Maine Coon siblings who shed enough on a daily basis for a whole new cat. Though Luna doesn't know she's a cat, she acts like a dog right down to coming when I whistle and wagging her tail. And Jinx, is a thirty pound human, not a cat. There is nothing remotely cat like about him. He understands human speech, he has lips, and his eyes are scary. He looks at you like he knows.
Right after my oldest daughter moved out in an angry huff, Jinx mistook me playing with Alaina (dd2) as hurting her. The kid was on my back so I'm not sure how he jumped to that conclusion. He came after me, snarling and screaming, he looked twice his normal size. I have seen female cats protect their babies that way. But I have never seen a cat come running to rescue a kid before. Especially a male cat. To reiterate we were just goofing around, the kid jumped on my back and was squealing like a maniac. No harm came to anyone, unless you count the claws that sampled my foot.
Anyway, he's better now, he blamed me for the older daughter leaving I guess and thought he was doing the right thing. He's adjusted to the loss. The other cat didn't notice she was gone.
So okay, we kinda have a raccoon that raids our garbage nightly. We named him Jensen Hackles. He's not a pet. He is a wild animal who is not the slightest bit afraid of us. He comes into the yard over the fence while we're outside and lifts the lid to the huge garbage and just looks at us as if he's saying "what? I'm hungry." Or "yeah, what you gonna do about it tough guy". Aidan refuses to take the trash out after dark now, the last time he did the trash came after him. I don't blame him. Jensen Hackles is cute but even a 6'2" boy/man isn't a match for his claws.
Okay, shutting up now. And getting on with the smutty pics.
See what I mean about the eyes. This is Jinx and Luna, Jinx is hunched down, he's twice her size right at 30 pounds. Maine Coons tend to run very large. They have big feet with fur growing from between their toes to help them walk in the snow. Too bad it doesn't snow here.
I would pay to see that. Yes, yes I would. The Rock would own the Diesel. Yes, yes he would. And the Diesel would call him Sir and say thank you.....uh what were we talking about?
Oh GAWD and Lucifer and Castiel I wish this wasn't really bad photoshop. I could write odes to a Sam and Dean Winchester drunken sex episode. Now that Cas is God, Dean has to bury his unrequited lust somewhere. Uh, when exactly does Supernatural come back, because I'm having withdrawals?
Why no I have not written Sam and Dean slash fiction. Why do you ask??????