It's fall! Seriously fall. The trees across the street are turning gold.

I've been catching up this week on things that fell behind while I was away these last couple of weeks (and very sick the week before we left). One thing I need to do today is run the vacuum (fyi: Staubsauger in German, dammsugare in Swedish; both mean "dust sucker"). I am swimming in an ocean of cat hair, here. There's a reason why we call Ziggy "da fur," y'all. (Although I should mention that it started as a pun on the German word dafür.)

Recently heard at our house:

Susie: Zig, you da fur!
Ziggy: . . .
Susie: Marty, you da man!
Marty: . . .
Susie: Hmm. Wonder what I am?
Marty: You da frau!

I laughed very hard.