WORST.DAY.EVER.

I'm being a bit dramatic but it really was pretty terrible. I had a bunch of errands to run (that's totally a lie, I went shopping), and when I got back home a little before five the kitty was really lonely and wanted to play. So I obliged. And somehow, in the midst of playing with him.....I stepped on him. Now in my defense I was wearing this long dress I had just gotten (which I have since taken back to the store), and Godfrey goes NUTS about my long dresses (he likes to hide under them when I'm standing still). He was chasing my skirt and we ended up tripping over each other. I almost landed in the litter box and managed to escape with only a bump to the head but poor little Pounce got hurt in all the commotion and wouldn't put any weight on his foot. So Eric came home to find me bawling that I had broken the cat and had to put up with my hysterics after a long day at work. He finally calmed me down and we agreed that we'd wait until the morning to see how Admiral was doing before we rushed him to the vet. Plus - and this is terrible - it helped when I got to thinking about how cute he'd look if his foot was broken.....

 And then we had macaroni and cheese and hot dogs for dinner. Soooo not healthy for you! But here's where it gets even worse. Eric had a 10pm baseball game and he came back from it with his cheekbone split open and his eye swollen almost shut. He'd been trying to catch a fly ball at first and the man on first had stuck his hands in Eric's face to distract him - which obviously worked since Eric missed the ball with his glove and it hit him squarely in the face. I wish I had been there I would have given that jerk on first base a piece of my mind. Ok, I probably wouldn't have had the guts to say anything but I'm pretty good at glaring. Fortunately, the swelling had gone down A LOT this morning:

He's like Nelly but white. And he's actually hurt. He said he's going to tell everyone at work that I beat him. Which is fine because I tell everyone he beats me when they ask about the awful bruise/scar thing on my leg.

So while Eric still looks terrible, Pounce de Godfrey is doing much better this morning. He's walking nicely, though he's not playing as aggressively with his little hurt paw. Sigh. Hopefully they'll both be ok so I can get back to worrying about sofa colors instead of wondering if my cat will ever walk again or whether or not my husband will be able to pursue a modeling career.

I know this has nothing to do with home renovations. I promise I will get back to talking about rugs and things tomorrow.