This is why my work clothes are constantly covered in cat hair.   We found Moxie sleeping on Dave’s clean shirt when we came back to fold the next load of laundry.  Dave put the T-shirt on top of her…funny thing is she actually stayed napping like this for another 30 minutes or so.

Guess Moxie was cold.

#22 – Return to Whitewater, WI for our one year anniversary.

We have been married for a year.

Wait, what?  We have been married for a year???  But, when and HOW EXACTLY did that happen?  No, honestly, we don’t know what we’re doing!  I have nothing profound to say here.  Dave is a patient man.

But not yet mastering the art of married life did not stop us from a good celebration.  We celebrated both Dave’s 31st birthday and our first wedding anniversary this past weekend in style.  We returned to the place in Wisconsin where we got engaged over two years ago.

We stayed at the same B&B.

We took the same five mile hike where Dave proposed to me.

We were pleasantly surprised to see that the exact bench on which Dave asked me to marry him has since been appropriately graffitied.

We won the Wisconsin state lottery.  And then blew our winnings on another lottery ticket.

We enjoyed the nature.

And of course, I got Dave a remote controlled helicopter for his birthday, the only appropriate gift for a 31 year old man and his cat.

And we relaxed.  It was wonderful.

I has been a whirlwind first year of marriage, Dave.  Here’s to the second year being half as hectic and exactly as enjoyable!

With a marathon of Clean House episodes on in the background for inspiration, today is cleaning day at our apartment.   Laundry is being done.  Bleach is being used.  Boxes are being emptied.  Things are being shredded.  Old clothes are being donated.

Think we should keep the hairy black and white number I found at the bottom of the laundry basket?

When I bring home “sea kittens” for dinner, Moxie goes crazy.  Her nose starts to twitch as soon as I bring the innocent murdered “sea kittens” home from the grocery store.  And when I open the refrigerator and start to prepare and cook the “sea kittens”, she goes wild.  This is because she likes to eat “sea kittens” just as much as I do.

PETA’s latest marketing attempt has failed on me, and apparently my “kitten” too.

Dave put Moxie on a diet.  Moxie took matters into her own paws…and teeth.

My thoughts on getting a Christmas tree – We don’t really need one.  We live in an apartment.  We are not even going to be in the apartment on Christmas day.  This sounds like a lot of work.  We should spend our time and energy on unpacking all those boxes in the hallway, and the living room, and the office.  The cat will knock it over.  We would have to buy lights.  We would have to buy ornaments.  We would have to buy a tree stand.  This sounds expensive.  This sounds like a fire hazard.

Dave’s thoughts on getting a Christmas tree – Santa Clause will not come if we do not have a real live Christmas tree.  We might as well just not even celebrate Christmas this year.

Yes, I know, I am the grinch.

I woke up early on Saturday morning to go out Christmas shopping before the shopping rush.  I came back with a tree stand, a couple strands of lights and a real live Christmas tree.  It’s a little tree.  At five feet, or so, I was able to slide it into the back of the car without any trouble, and just a little mess.

Dave’s reaction, “I love you a little bit more.”

Moxie and I both love the tree too.  It turns out that a little extra Christmas spirit and a little extra marital harmony are both well worth the trouble.