Finding Lost Keys

Before I begin my formal discussion of one of today's wonderful moments, I have to acknowledge the wonderfulness that is the video of Kristen Bell freaking out about a sloth. This miraculous video has gone viral. I watched it last night and had to watch it again today.

There are few things in life that are as strange as watching a grown human behave unabashedly like a child. I admire this. Cheers, Kristen. You seriously love sloths. And I love you for that.

Has Kristen seen the video "baby sloths being bathed?" I hope so.

I'm trying to think of what my 'sloth' is, ya know? What is your 'sloth?' What do I flip out about and cry over because I am SO excited? I can only think of chihuahua puppies.

And now for today's wonderful moment: finding not one but TWO sets of lost keys. (I understand that by sharing this, I am letting everyone know how absentminded I can be. But I am OK with that.)

For the past few weeks I have been using a copy key to get into my apartment (I made it at the beginning of the year for just this purpose). But the loss of my keyring meant that I also lost the keys to the mailbox and laundry room. This is what really hurt. Luckily I had recently done a batch of laundry before I lost the keyring, but in recent days I have been aching for more clean clothing options. I have been searching for the elusive keyring since the day I lost it. To no avail.

But today, while I was scrambling to get myself ready to leave the apartment to go to a singing lesson, I randomly looked in a bag that was laying on the couch. And the keyring was at the bottom of the purse. 

JOY.

Then when I parked my car, I decided to clean the interior a bit before heading to the lesson. I snaked my hand under the passenger seat to retrieve trash, and found ANOTHER SET OF LOST KEYS.

BIG JOY.

This was the first set of keys I had lost way earlier in the year. The keyring with the cupcakes was actually a replacement.

So I am feeling great right now, mainly because I can go do some laundry.

Everybody wins.

Cuddling With My Roommate's Cat

Let me start by saying that I am a devout dog lover. Cats confuse me. But that doesn't mean I won't accept a cuddle when my roommates Siamese cat, Rocket, wants to spoon for a little.

I was laying on my back on the couch when the gray and white little creature jumped upon my chest and settled down for a nap. I continued typing on my laptop, working on my senior thesis.

Rocket dozed and I wrote. Sometimes, one of the best things in the world is an unexpected cuddle.  Animals want to feel loved too. They have their own set of feelings.

Rocket is a dashing little guy. He whines a lot. I heard that that is a typical Siamese characteristic. They talk to you.

Thank you, Rocket that that sweet little cuddle! You are such a dogcat.