Mancat Monday

On Saturday, we turned five years old.  Dad and The Mom gave us some vanilla ice cream.  It was pretty nommy.  The Mom gotted all gooshy and stuff and kept saying, "Remember when they were ten week old, three pound little babies?  And now they're all grown up?"  Sometimes she can be soooo dramatical.

In other news, The Mom's spring cleaning in well, it's August now, still isn't going that great.  I tried to help her, but I'm really starting to think this might be hopeless.  I think she should be done by now, but it's still not looking good.  At the rate she's going, it'll be spring again and she'll still be working on it. :sigh:  Snoopervising is such hard work.