No more mister nice guy

I did something no parent should do if they like the young man who seems smitten with their daughter; I told her I liked him. Yes, not only that , I said I thought he was nice and sweet and kinda cute. I know, how dare I say such things! I don't think he's coming back. She was really rude and snarky to him last night and as sweet as he is I don't think even he could tolerate it. (I know I wanted to throttle her.) He left earlier than he usually leaves and I didn't even get to say goodbye. I went to bed and left my husband to deal with the awkwardness, because frankly, he's oblivious to awkwardness. When DH came to bed I asked how the poor guy was. My DH said he seemed ok. mmm... I doubt it. DH did say that daughter was being a grumpy snot, but if she wants to chase off friends that's her problem. Of course I feel like it's a reflection on me. I thought I taught her better than that. I'm disappointed in her and I feel bad for him. I'm sure he'll find a nice girl when he starts his first year of college this fall, but still, I'm sorry if my approval was the kiss of death in their courtship. I want my daughter to be a good person, but I can't force it on her. She has to see the benefits of good karma and feel the fallout of bad karma. Hey, I have an idea! Does anybody want Guitar Hero for ps2? Because I'm thinking losing that would be a good way to show her that karma can be bitchier than a 16 year old girl any day. Hope the rest of the week is better :)

Caturday

Ok, it was my daughter's idea and she wasn't serious, but I thought it was funny. She suggested making Saturday's postings Caturday. Ha ha, I know, if you're not a cat person not funny and even if you are... well kinda lame. But, I'm not known for my high coolness factor. I don't know, maybe I'll do it in a fun meme kind of way.

The most bittersweet of summers

Summer is usually my absolute favorite season. It's a short three months here, so I relish the balmy temps and soft breezes. I always looked forward to that first day I could open the windows and leave them open. So did my kitty Jake. She was mine for twenty years and then June 4 of this year, right at the beginning of summer she passed away. Oh, how she loved to sit in the windows and sniff the air and glare with disdain at the birds and squirrels. All it took was for me to say "Jakie, window?" and she'd be right there even before I had it open.
The Saturday before she passed I helped her into an open window. She could barely see, but her sense of smell worked fine. She sniffed the damp rain soaked evening air and seemed to be in kitty bliss. Her happiness meant the world to me. I still like summer, but I can never open a window with the same joyful expectation; not without my Jakie.