I never realized how frequently the number 7 appears in Harry Potter. Seven years, seven is the number on the key to open the trunk Moody is trapped within, the Weasley family won 700 galleons, the number on the Gringotts vault, Harry born in the seventh month...
Wow! Henry just came up into my lap and made biscuits! For the first time! Ever!! And then she started drooling a little and fell asleep. She is a wee babybabe.
Henry keeps getting her claws stuck in the screen door. I have rescued her twice now, dangling and crying. THERE IS NO END TO THE NAUGHTINESS.
Meanwhile, Squirrely, who lives in our courtyard, fell over laughing and slapping his knees while watching her struggle. She shot lasers out if her eyes to punish him, but missed.
Walked one mile. Ugh. How did I let it get to this point? I need not a new couch, but something with electric shocks in it to bounce me up every time I sit.