The more things change…..


I was unpacking some boxes in the dining room last night and came across some photo albums, which I started looking at. In one I came across this picture of Cosmo, taken in December, 2000:
Thirty seconds after I saw this picture I happened to look to my left and this is the scene I beheld, eight years later:
That’s the same cat, same tree, same tree skirt. The only thing that’s changed is the house and the ornaments. Creatures of habit, indeed.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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  1. This is my comment on the cat reappearing on the table with the Christmas tree. The cat looks relaxed, contented, fulfilled and triumphant.
    This ends my comment on the cat reappearing on the table with the Christmas tree.
    I have not had jello for at least 3 years. That is only an estimate, and it’s possible I MAY have had some jello once without remembering. Not sure.

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