What a WEEK!!!

WELL.

Tuesday night, Miss Brilliant (that would be me) decided drinks after work with 2 co-workers would be a brilliant idea. Happy hour turned into all night. Seriously. I think I caught the last bus home, and somewhere between the bus stop and my apartment, I ate the sidewalk. No, I ATE THE SIDEWALK. Both of my knees are completely scraped up (very badly) my left hand and wrist are completely scraped up, and the SIDE OF MY FACE got scraped to hell. Wednesday I had the hangover. from. hell. I didn't think I was going to actually survive the day. And the rest of the week, people were asking me what the hell happened to my face.

Not one of my more shining moments of brilliance.

Yesterday I decided that since we're living in this great state, we need to go out and enjoy it. So, we went on a 6 mile hike UP A MOUNTAIN to this gorgeous lake - Snow Lake. The elevation gain for the first 1/2 of the hike was 1,300 feet. Yes, we climbed up 1,300 feet to the top of a mountain. Oy. I almost didn't make it up to the top, but I think that was equally due to the elevation bothering me as much as the fact that I've become a "cheese puff", as Husband so eloquently put it. No, he didn't call me a "cheese puff", as we were both huffing and puffing up these switchbacks on the mountain, he called both of us cheese puffs - just really out of shape, apparently. But once we got up to the top and saw Snow Lake, it was all worth it. It was so gorgeous! I'll try to post some pics this week.

Today we were coming back from going out to breakfast and decided to stop at a pet store because they were having a huge tent sale. We suddenly found ourselves at the back of the pet store standing in front of the only kitten for sale in the store. An adorable short hair orange tabby...with the cutest face EVER...and the most adorable feature: a tail that is only about 3 inches long (apparently he was born that way). I held him in the store, and he didn't stop purring and started doing that "making biscuits" thing on my chest - how could we say no????

He is 11 weeks old, and we've named him Cooper. He is adorable.

And how is the adjustment going with Jiminy, you ask? Well, they did a lot of playing today, so I think they'll get along perfectly and become the best of pals. However, Jiminy is more than just a little pissed at us. Seriously pissed.

It'll be interesting to know how this all turns out...

Any tips you'd like to share on making sure the transition goes smoothly would be muchly appreciated.