Uh, no.

And last night, in the middle of the night, the corner shower caddy fell down and took out the shower curtain rod and curtain with it.  We're used to leaving our door open at night because Solo (aka Princess Pain in the Ass) must have the freedom to wander the entire house or she will scratch at the door.  If we don't hear that, she'll start knocking things off the dresser.  Night before last, Chris had been using this "perfectly sized 8-inch plate" to draw out plans for speaker boxes.  In the middle of the night, there was a terrible crash and a beautiful plate was broken.  That's when her name becomes Goddammit Cat.

So last night when everything in the shower came down we both jolted awake, asking each other what the hell that was and immediately suspecting Goddammit Cat.  She was sleeping next to me, so we either have a poltergeist or those corner shower caddy things are just PITAs themselves.  I'm thinking poltergeist.

Chris said yesterday that he heard the gate open and Princess Jasmine became Pit Bull On Guard Duty.  He said she didn't bark, just uttered one of those reactionary sounds and he heard her running over.  The gate immediately banged shut and he went out front to find Jasmine sitting at the front door.  That could have been a meter reader or an ax murderer.  I'm thinking ax murderer.

The transition anxiety articles I was reading yesterday said that Ant needs other social circles outside of school so that when he has those terrible middle school moments he'll still fit in and be comfortable elsewhere.  We talked last night about his adjustment and what he needs to get organized.  He asked if he could join the YMCA that's right next to the school so he could play basketball and stuff.

"Yeah, we can do that!"

"Great!" he said.  "You just have to tell them that I'm 15."