It's true, Jon and I have adopted a baby and her name is Charley.  She is the cutest, softest, most cuddly, distructo, spaz, fighting machine you ever did see.  She has two gears:  ON and off.  Sommer brought her over last week and we love her, she constantly makes us laugh.  The first night she tried to suckle on Jon's nipple!  Where is the camera when you need it.   

The air conditioner in our apartment is broken so we have all been miserable. The heat and humidity have been ridiculous and all we could do is lie around and not move.  Surprisingly enough that went for the kitty to.  It was like she suddenly had no personality.  Well, after the cold front came through yesterday afternoon she was back -- 10 fold!  For literally hours last night she was running around bouncing off the walls!  How can something so little reek so much havoc?  It's a wonder really.  Nonetheless, she is awesome and we love having her.  I think she is more like a dog than a cat in a lot of ways.  She greats us at the door when we come home, she always wants to be in the middle of everything and know what is going on, she loves being loved on.  Fun times.  Thanks Sommer. 

Hurricane Rita brought me a "new" bike which I have in turn named Rita.  Friday morning Jon and I were riding bikes around the neighborhood and someone was throwing away this super cute old Murry bike so we went home, got my parents truck and picked it up.  Good thing too, cleaning it up gave Jon something to do while we waited for not-so-ferocious Rita to arrive. 

The other fun thing that came out of bike riding was finding the only open business around -- the liquor store!  They were pretty picked over, but we managed to grab a 6er of Blue Moon.  (BTW, thanks to whoever brought that to the Xanga party, cause that is a tasty brew and I never would have known.)  Jon and I were all proud of ourselves when we got back to the house and announced to Mom and Dad and Amy and Shaun that we had secured more beer!  Alcohol is very important in times like these.

Now it's all over and we don't even have a limb in our yard to show for it.  (Our neighbor did though.)  The other good thing is my apartment-of-questionable-construction didn't fall down.  Yippee, I still have a place to live!

I hope the next time a big hurricane takes aim at us, people still take it seriously.  Houston got lucky this time.