T. McAllister, you are my sworn enemy.

For once, the enormous, identity-crushing bureaucracy that is the D.C. government was working to my advantage. For three and a half years, my out-of-state plates were doing just fine. They were living the high-life; parking on unzoned streets, hanging out with the big-city-D.C. cars. And nobody noticed until freaking T. McAllister had to come by and ruin it all! Oh well, it was a sweet ride while it lasted. Who would have thought a city employee would actually care enough to ticket my innocent little Corolla.

Besides that, life is pretty good. Tonight is the first real cold night of the season and (most of) you know how much I love winter. There's no turning back. From here on out it's coats and scarves no matter what. This is what happens when I commit. By the way, my heater seems to have turned on all by itself. If anyone has any ideas of how to turn it off so that I don't burn down my apartment and my adorable babies, I'd appreciate the pointers. (That one goes out to you mom!)

Speaking of adorable babies, they're blossoming like the prettiest pretty princesses I knew they could be. See for yourself

























I know that by putting in two more pictures of the cats, I run the risk of Lauren bitching about me becoming a crazy cat lady. And to that, all I can say is suck it!