Sometimes you just have to laugh

at life. This afternoon we said goodbye to Mark as he left for 2.5 weeks in Alaska, and I headed out to the garden to pick peas. It's 80 degrees, sunny, and I'm rather pregnant. You can imagine how much fun it is to pick peas...a lot of peas. Sarah pooped in her underwear so I paused to clean her up and put her in the bath. I ran out quick to finish my last row...back aching the whole time...and our beloved mother cat rubbed against me. I felt something wet, looked down, and saw she had smeared cat poop on my leg. Very, very nice. Now off to shell and freeze all those darn peas.