I think I’m making this a Friday morning tradition:

I’ve now decided, post second scone experience, that scones are simply a matter for and of celebration.

This is not something to take lightly … oh no, this is serious. Every Friday calls for a scone. Because Fridays are also something to celebrate …

It just makes sense. Don’t you agree? Wait. Go have yourself a scone first, then get back to me.

I really love Fridays … and Thursdays … the best is Thursday night when I know it doesn’t matter how late I’m up, because it’s Friday and anyone can make it through a day only to have two full days to be revived.

In other Friday happenings … I’m getting kind of concerned about little Stella here. Or shall I refer to her as big Stell … because I think this pic could be entitled:

Kitty got back.

I mean, I don’t want my Stell to develop a poor body image of herself, yet … how can I condone this?

And — more importantly, what is to be done about it? I ration her food out every day. Only to find her continuously eating {cough, cough Brother, cough cough}.

Seriously going to have to have a discussion with him about how not cool it is to have a fatty cat. Or maybe I’m being a little too harsh on myself and Stell … it could just be the camera angle … right? And she is rather compact.

She showed up the exact same size {as in paws and general circumference} and never grew. Yes, she has expanded outwards … a bit … but I love her all the same. Rolls and all.

Denial … it really can be a beautiful, beautiful thing.

Happy Friday!