Took a break from unpacking to play with ferrets. Sophie immediately started dooking when I asked, “Do you want to play?” Sophie wants to play with humans. Lily wants to play with Sophie. Notice how Lily tried to engage in play several times before she finally got Sophie to play with her.
Sound on to hear the dooking.
I lost my zipper hoodie in the London airport. I loved that hoodie. It was perfect for Scotland: super thick, soft, and with lots of extra pockets. I hung it on a hook in the restroom, momentarily forgot it, and it was gone by time I went back to retrieve it.
Kevin and I made a run to the nearest lost-and-found, but it wasn’t there, and we had our connecting flight to catch – without the comfort of a hoodie. Those of you who wear hoodies and cardigans as comfortable armor will understand. I needed to get another hoodie.
As we began our Scotland adventures, in every store we passed that might sell hoodies, I popped inside. I found many hoodies right away, but they were pull-over instead of zipper-hoodies. My fuzzy armor has to be easy to remove or I get the sensation of being trapped in it, so the search continued. A few days into the trip, I finally found a zipper hoodie, but I refused to walk around with “Highlander Cow” in large letters printed across my chest, so the search continued.
When I finally found the perfect hoodie, it even had my name on it. You can guess the location where I found it. All was well again.
Fast-forward about a week and several destinations later, and we woke up to a fire alarm at our hotel. We immediately grabbed our travel vests since they always have our essentials (passport, money, medication, phone, etc.). Then I grabbed (mismatched) socks and shoes conveniently by the door and wondered, is there anything else before heading to the exit? Yes! I turned back long enough to grab my hoodie. Everything else could burn to the ground just so long I had my Kevin, my travel vest, and my blessed hoodie. #Priorities