Not stamping-related. I got a faceful of kitty today. I walked into the kitchen to find Sydney, our other cat, on the counter. I yelled her name, as I always do when I catch her in the act, and continued walking. But I guess she listened to me, because as I walked in front of her, she leapt from the counter, trying to jump to her lair (the top of the pool table). But I was in her path, so I looked over to see Sydney’s face rocketing toward me, and then I felt her slam, full-force, into my whole face.
And that’s the story of how I lost my backup pair of glasses (I lost my regular pair somewhere between my hospital room and the parking lot after I had my son).