Good Times, Good Times

When did "Good times.... good times," become such a catchphrase? I hear people saying it all the time.

We're headed to Pennsylvania for the weekend to attend the wedding of Dave's cousin. I'm looking forward to seeing his family again, and I always love weddings.

I feel terrible for leaving Sprinkles alone in the house again. She's going to hate us even more. Sure, she'll be lovey-dovey when we first get back, but then it's non-stop meowing and butt-wiggling (which she does right before she pounces on us).

I'll be sure to give her a bunch of Greenies before we leave.