The one aspect of marriage that I find most difficult is the whole "joint decisions" thing. Generally speaking, Colby and I are pretty in sync on most things, so it's really easy most of the time. Which tends to make the times when the joint decisions AREN'T so easy stand out in kind of stark relief.
I've always wanted a cat. Even before I was begging my parents for a dog, I was patiently writing to Santa Claus year after year with my cat requests. One year, my parents hinted at the fact that I may actually get a cat, and I actually did--a stuffed cat. Ha. Ha.
Fast forward a bajillion years to my life post-college. I really wanted a pet, I knew that Colby really hated cats and I quite loved dogs and had experience raising them, so a dog it was. And then another dog. And then I got married and as we started building our beautiful life together, I realized that I wanted something more. Something that I could cuddle and love and raise, together with my husband. A dog of course, you sillies! But the more I've thought about the idea of a third dog, the more the it kind of exhausts me.
Scene: A friend's house, watching So You Think You Can Dance. Enter stage left, a delicate little kitten of only a few months old, curling up on my lap and purring contentedly as we watched our show. Why, yes, I think to myself, this is what I need in my life! A self-reliant, independent, yet cuddly kitten.
Once upon a time I would have found the kitten of my dreams, marched down to the local animal shelter and procured her. Now, there is a little more finesse involved, a little more effort on my part to make my kitten dreams come true. I think I might need to work on my technique, as evidenced by this facebook conversation this morning.
Angela: So, did you see our kitten?
Colby: Our what?
Angela:
I've named her Pigwidgeon!
Colby: Define "our".
Angela: It's the kitten you're going to give me when you get home!
Colby: Ohhh, is that what it is? How about them' apples.
So, what do you think, I've got a pretty good shot, right? He's coming home tomorrow, so I think a visit to the shelter might be in order this weekend so that he can visit little Piggy and fall in love!
