The weather turned warmer and far more humid today; the vestibule at work felt like a sauna. Supposedly, we’re going to hit 85° over the weekend and I am not here for it.
Prime’s planning something. He’s dropped hints but I told him that I wanted to be surprised. For once in my life, I want the surprise. Something pleasant would be great.
Lulu has learned that meowing gets her things, like treats and pets. Not just from me but from Prime as well. So now she meows quietly at either one of us and gets whatever her little heart desires. We’re wrapped around her tiny little paws and she knows it.