Pardon me while I go read more of Decluttering Fast instead of blogging tonight.

Robby is energetic and back to bouncing off the walls. He loves to run across the tile floor and finish it off with a slide. He's back to wanting to go in the corner under the counter, through that opening on the floor next to the dishwasher, you know, where the dumb hot water heater used to be. Robby can demolish a wadded up towel stuffed in the hole, like, yesterday. He also learned how to jump on the dining room table -- it's real easy, floor, chair table, all in .01 of a second, or less. He repeated this trick 10,000 times in a row, with yours truly plucking him off the table with a firm NO! each time. As I type he is back under the kitchen counter. Again.

He's so darling, you just have to meet him. He's kind and fun and affectionate, just like people should be. And he's a lover of life, too, and doesn't waste his days. He's doing a fine job of educating himself in the finer points of living.

I think he tracked poo on my new white spongy bath mat, that I was crazy for. Hope it washes up. It doesn't smell like poo, but it sure looks like it. Wonder what it is.

At the suggestion of Jessi, the perfect German housekeeper, keeping her own house, that is, I'm going to post signs offering a reward for the safe return of my frying pan, no questions asked.

Oh yeah, I'm not blogging tonight. Catch you tomorrow.

But before I do, guess who learned, just this very second, to jump in the kitchen garbage can? I didn't think I had enough chaos going on around here, so I got Robby.

KEM