Yeah, there's no tennis ball in this picture...but tennis is involved.
Fridays are my tennis day. Yes, I still play, even though I never made it to Wimbledon:/
So Fridays are my busy day since I run kiddos to school, then I play tennis for an hour and a half, then I order sushi take out, then I pick up Miss Peach, then I pick up The Little Man...I'm basically running all day.
I finally got everyone home...and Little Man says "Mommy...where's Smokey?"
I hadn't seen Smokey ALL. DAY:O
I checked all of his favorite sleeping spots...nuthin'.
I grabbed my coat, fully prepared to tear through the sub zero streets screaming "SMOKEY!" at the top of my lungs, hoping that fat little cat would hear me and come running.
Mr Smokey has been a bad boy three times since he moved to the city. Once, I found him, and twice someone called my cell # on his collar.
I kid you not...I was panicked! Then I thought...check Miss Peach's closet...
...and there he was, all curled up in the closet where I keep the tennis balls. Thank. GOODNESS!
*Miss Peach is a bit of a hoarder...don't you think?