Hard to believe that in a few short days we’ll be on a plane. I haven’t really thought about our trip since I’ve been busy with my meetings for the past 2 weeks, but now that the weekend is here, I’m making some lists. I did manage to find a cat sitter and she came over the other evening to pick up keys and meet our cat. I think you know by now what a personality Mia is, but maybe you aren’t aware of how bossy she can be. Mia was right there with us when we gave the cat sitter a tour of the apartment, spinning her own version of instructions. But it’s not the fact that she was talking to her the entire time, despite the fact that both Mark and I were trying to actually relay some info. It was all in her delivery. She didn’t sound like a just 4 year old yammering away, but her mannerisms, tone, hand gestures and body language were really more akin to some bosslady giving instructions to her staff. Where does she get this from? We don’t have “staff”. We don’t even have a cleaning person - seriously, where does this come from? oy…