Sharon + Wii + Amphibious Sneakers

Friday I finally got to see Amy's mad marionette string pullin' abilities in the Cinderella Della Circus at the CPA. She explained to me how she does it, but I still do not understand. I believe that what she was trying to say is that it is some kind of old magic. Later, we made my very own Mii that ended up looking kind of like Cindy Lou Who.

Games at which Sharon excels ("excel" is used very loosely): Knitted cow racing, skeet and empty beer can shooting, tennis, and bowling. Games at which I suck: the matching faces game. This involves matching two or even three similar Miis while they're doing various activities like swimming in a stupid ocean or running through the streets. They do it progressively faster and faster so it's nearly impossible. Amy's score: 189 million Sharon's score: 0. Fail.

Saturday was Lauren and Patrick's wedding. The food was excellent and that's really all that matters, in my opinion.

Today I went to Abbadabba's and bought some amphibious sneakers for all of the globe trotting that I am preparing to do. They are red with stripes and they are fabulous. On my wishlist: a Camelbak & a 5-day hiking backpack.

BONUS POST! I AM NOT DONE!!!

Because I just had a round of hide-n-seek with my cat! I'm on a second wind. By far, one of the coolest personality traits of my cat is the hide-n-seek tendency. Here is a typical game: I walk into the hallway where cat is sitting. Her eyes are quite round and maniacal. She darts with some furor under the couch, or, these days, behind a box, and crouches, wild with anticipation. At this point, you can feel the tension in the air and I am glad that I am not a small rodent. I stand there and feign hesitation at going out into the open meadow of the living room, like Bambi's mom. Cat charges and ends the charge with a pounce that sends me reeling the other way with a giggly scream. I scramble to the side out of the hallway, into the kitchen and out of my predator's sight. I slowly reappear around the doorway, reengaging said predator. The game ensues until cat wants it to end. It is great fun. My cat is pretty genius for a cat, even if I do base her genius solely on her instincts and not on any real scholarly aptitude. It's awfully cute.