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It's the truth!

Let's be honest.  Wyatt won't really take the time to write in this blog as an author, but he will read the things I post.  So, I've chosen to exclude him from the profile account.  It's just me. :)  However, just because he's not on the profile account does not mean these blogs will not include him.  This blog is the story of our life.  Therefore, he will always be included.  He does, on occassion, leave a comment on posts and has access to this account, so please feel free to leave him a message too.  I will personally do you all a favor and deliver any messages to him myself.  (One of the many benefits of living with him.) :)

Wyatt still cannot get over the new car.  Last night we dropped off the title to his truck at the dealership.  On the way to the dealership (all 10 minutes it took to get there), Wyatt talked about all the features of the car (i.e. aux, disc, ipod, radio, compartments, etc.).  YES, ALL THE WAY THERE.  Let's be honest again.  At one point I think I might have dozed off and blanked out and the man did not even notice!  Oh, the engineer in him.  He's so inquisitive of everything.  I'm sure you all know that by now.

We've come to the conclusion that we love our cat.  I mean, LOVE her.  We spend our time at home watching her every move and taking pictures of her and when we're not at home, spend our time talking about her.  We can't help it.  We're the cat couple.  Some might say we're cute and our cat is cute.  Others (the majority) might say, "Get a life."  I'm guessing that the latter is a more popular school of thought.

God Bless,
Kat

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