Friday we ended up bar hopping a bit, starting off at Brothers Drake Meadery (roughly 1/2 mile from home). I'm not sure what I think about mead, although I did taste a drink with mead in it and it wasn't bad, but I did enjoy the Flytown Mule. There was also a food truck there (Tokyo GoGo) so we were able to have some dinner. Then we moved on to Seventh Son, which is a new local brewery with great outdoor space (1/3 mile back toward home from stop #1). I actually haven't tried their beer yet, but I hear it's pretty good. I had wine. Next we walked 1/4 mile to Little Rock Bar. This place is brand-spankin' new. In fact, their grand opening is this weekend, but we've now been there a couple times, including the very first night of the soft open. Our 'hood is pretty excited about this place because it's SO close (I mean, I could go home to use the bathroom if I wanted). I expect you'll be reading about lots of evenings spent there.
|The rare photo of Amy drinking something other than a Miller Lite,|
and the only photo I took all of Friday night.
Saturday evening was the Clippers baseball game, or I should say games since there were two. Aaron and his cohorts, known as "The Pitch Hitters" sang the national anthem before the game, which they are fortunate to do a few times per season. But they also were asked to sing "God Bless America" before the second game, AND to sing some patriotic music during the fireworks after the games were finished. It was a beautiful night, they sounded fantastic and the Clippers split the doubleheader.
WARNING: The following may cause you to feel itchy.
That's my leg. Please ignore the pasty whiteness of said leg. In the last couple weeks, I thought my body was being harvested by mosquitoes but I should have known better. Turns out, fleas were feasting on me as well as on our cats. Gross. When we confirmed this on Saturday morning, we immediately called our friend Tracy, who is a veterinarian (in Cincinnati). Aaron went out and got Frontline, which we put on the cats while watching fleas crawl around on them (poor babies!). I stripped the bed and vacuumed both sides of the mattress and Aaron majorly vacuumed our closet. Fortunately, we only have two rooms with carpet: the FROG (Finished Room Over Garage) and our closet, which is sizable. (If you missed the post about our house, it's here - just for reference.)
We couldn't do a whole lot on Saturday due to the baseball games, so Sunday, which we had hoped would truly be a day of rest, turned into Massive Cleaning and Laundry Day. I took our comforter, pillow shams and a big blanket to a laundromat. Good times. Footloose was playing on the TV there so I watched some of that, played some solitaire on the iPad, went to Family Dollar next door for some supplies and walked across the parking lot to Dairy Queen for a well-deserved peanut buster parfait.
Aaron scrubbed and vacuumed and sprayed and laundered most of the house, except for the "north wing" (FROG and guest bathroom area) where we had quarantined the cats. Then we gave them pills called Capstar for extra flea-killing power. Miss Clover a/k/a Mr. Handsome was NOT excited about the pill-taking. We decided to leave them quarantined overnight, but Aaron had a slumber party with them so they weren't lonely. (Sorry ladies, he's taken.) Monday he majorly cleaned the north wing and kept the cats out of there.
So, we've certainly done everything possible to deal with this nasty issue. In our 17 years of owning cats we've never had fleas. And wouldn't you know, NOW I've had three different friends say "you know, I kind of wondered about it, but didn't say anything since they're indoor cats." Thanks, friends. (Kidding. Kinda.)
I hope you all had a more up than down weekend!
My favorite part of your weekend was singing at the games, but I have to tell you the peanut buster parfait is a clooooose second.ReplyDelete
Go home, fleas.
I love the bar hopping/walking around town Friday. I hate everything about fleas.ReplyDelete
Oh my goodness! FLEAS! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!!!ReplyDelete
So sorry that happened. Yuck. Your poor furry babies and yor poor legs. The vet found a single flea on Linky Cat at his last appointment, and I felt like one bad Mama. You handled the situation quite well.
UGH, fleas?! Ouch- I'm itching for you! I got some fire ant bites over the weekend in Arkansas and they are driving me nutssss!ReplyDelete