Day 837

I relinquished control today.

I sent hubby into Dairy Queen with my cash to buy himself an ice cream cake for Father's Day. I would usually be the one to pick out the cake (or at least influence the choice) but I figured it was time for me to stop that. At least when it comes to the rare ice cream cake purchase.

I shouldn't have been too surprised when chocolate-loving hubby came out with a cake called Chocolate Extreme. It looks a little messy after we left it to soften a bit before cutting into it, but he sure didn't mind.

Day 836

That darn cat. Still picking at her fur just like she was months ago when we took her to the vet. Psychogenic alopecia was the diagnosis.

Guess she's proud of it. Why else would she want to show all of us how pink the skin is on her tummy when there's no fur to hide it?