I spent the weekend just hanging out relaxing, trying to wind down from a stressful week, okay so it's not my week that is stressful, but I like to hang out with Mum while she winds down from her stressful week.
On Saturday, Mum's favourite vase was broken AND it wasn't even me who did it! Mum broke it herself! I was a little puzzled why she didn't take a picture of it in pieces on the floor - if I had broken it she would have taken lots of pictures to show what I did, but since she did it she pretended it didn't even happen. Mmmmm, seems like a double standard to me.
Mum took her Dad, I call him Grandpa, to dinner last night. She said I couldn't go because the restaurant didn't let cats dine there. Hmmph! I said then pick another restaurant, but she said no I should probably stay home and look after the house. At least she let me sign my name on Grandpa's card.