That's what I miss in my current apartment. It's on the north side of the building, and sun doesn't come inside at all, except for a brief period before sunset at the peak of summertime, and that's just a small sliver through the balcony door. My cat misses the sun, too.

Random me photo on my birthday swinging in the trees.

I love Laura pix!

I'm home with Matilda today. Her daycare provider has all day doctor appts. (eep! Please be well.)

Emmett will be pleasantly surprised when I show up to get him after school with Matilda in tow.

Emmett will be pleasantly surprised when I show up to get him after school with Matilda in tow.

That thought makes me smile and smile. It may be an even better warm-fuzzy than the cats basking in the sun - which is a whole lotta warm-fuzzy.

I am back in the office today and wondering why I didn't work from home again. I'm freezing and hungry. At home I could cuddle in a blanket and toddle into the kitchen whenever I wanted. Shoot, half the people I work with are off in other offices this week anyway.

One 4th of July, Hubby and I were in my office building downtown, which had a perfect view of the big fireworks show. No one else was in the building. Halfway throug the show, Hubby sniffs and says, "Hm, we're getting the smoke down here."

An hour later, we stroll out of the building--and discover that the door we were going to use was *inside* the roped off area that the firemen had sealed off because of the fire on the second floor of the building, on the opposite side of the same floor we were on. Cue the horrified and shocked firemen who began screaming at us to get out of there.

Granted, the office building was converted from several older buildings with doors punched in through the old exterior walls of the original buildings, so there was a layer of thick brick between us and the section that was burning, but there had been a fireman instructed to make sure there wasn't anyone in our section.

I usually just walk away, which apparently makes me the rude one.

Okay, not that you're rude, but you might try a smile and a gentle, "That's not my job," before you walk away.

Laura! You look like you're on Lost! Watch out for ... well, whatever is menacing people on the island this season. You also look both happy and adorable. ::misses Laura::

I am Windsparrow in re cats in sunny windows (although that was a cloudy afternoon).

The Emmett and Matilda stories always make me smile.

Toddson, that reported is Bree Walker. She was on the air in San Diego while I was growing up and actually lived in my neighborhood. Don't know if she still lives there.

urns out that not only does the first person to notice the fire have to pull an alarm and call 911, but someone on every floor has to pull the alarm on their floor.

Dear GOD, Toddson. That is not safe at all. (Though honestly, one of my first thoughts was "Yay for it not being a condo building, so YOU don't have to pay for the improvements?"). But considering there've been several well-publicized and awful fires in the neighborhood (and some issues with water pressure!!!), I think that's mad urgent. Wow. Glad you're safe and the fire didn't spread!

he he ... under our previous evil manager, the last time we had a fire it was worse. She'd DISCONNECTED the alarms - said kids kept pulling false alarms. Which meant people were running up and down the hallways alerting the neighbors. And then, when the firemen arrived, the guy at the front desk wouldn't let them in.

She'd DISCONNECTED the alarms - said kids kept pulling false alarms. Which meant people were running up and down the hallways alerting the neighbors. And then, when the firemen arrived, the guy at the front desk wouldn't let them in.

OMG. That's way too scary to be funny.

In college, My roommate and I once slept through a fire alarm (I was wearing earplugs). Our RA forgot to check our room.

Good thing it was a false alarm.