Car shop coffee

I'm sitting at the auto shop drinking all the coffee while mechanics tinker with the Voodoo so she won't explode. An 8am appointment was close to the stupidest thing I could have ever done on my day off. So now I sit here and peruse Pinterest for crafty ideas that will never come to fruit. Perfect example of what can happen during the critical out-of-bed-but-before-coffee-kicks-in part if my day.

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I was cleaning out my closet the other day, so naturally Ben was unsupervised and antsy in the living room. About ten minutes into my declutter project, I hear giggling. Then the giggling turned to a full blown laugh, and I heard my grown ass husband yelling for me to "come here quick and look at Paris!" Allegedly, Paris wanted a haircut. Ben was merely there to provide the belly chop job for her. 

My kitty looks like a total goonberry. But she sprawled out on his lap and purred the entire time, so I guess it's partially her fault. 

xoxo, b