Effortless?

This is a picture of our cat Two (Guess which position he held in the litter-birthing race.).  Two is doing his best impersonation of me today, and honestly?  The resemblence is uncanny.  (I'd pair this with a photo of me curled up on the couch asleep in the middle of the day, but I'm not quite as adorable when contorted on the cushions drooling all over myself.)  I'd like to say something along the lines of "It's not that I'm a lazy person by nature..." but that would be a lie.  I don't lie.  Lies and their upkeep take effort. I hate effort.

This blog was supposed to be about my new life in New Orleans--  assimilating to my new surroundings, this whole new part of the country and what sometimes felt like another language (It took me a month before I understood more than every third word someone spoke.).   However, thanks to Man and his family, my transition from New Jersey to Louisiana has been...  Well... Effortless (Mostly.).  To that end, I haven't really done much actual assimilating.  I consider it a testimony to the easy-breezy nature of life in the South, but...  Easy doesn't make for good writing, does it?

Easy and effortless have also caused me to, let's say outgrow my favorite hoodie, and with the weather finally becoming something that reminds me of Autumn, I'm very sad about that.  Of course, sitting here watching old episodes of Desperate Housewives and listening to one of the cats cough up what I hope is only a hairball (Ick!) isn't going to get me back into that sweatshirt is it?