The mouse has been dealt with.
He will no longer be mocking me from behind the dryer or anywhere else for that matter.

The rodent has left the building.

kthxbai.

The mouse has been dealt with.
He will no longer be mocking me from behind the dryer or anywhere else for that matter.

The rodent has left the building.

kthxbai.

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Through Jaded Eyes I See

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Oh, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

BTP & TB, Mommy can’t wait for you to come and play in the snow with me! I love you!

More pics of the snow, Bean and Cody on flickr!

Oh, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

BTP & TB, Mommy can’t wait for you to come and play in the snow with me! I love you!

More pics of the snow, Bean and Cody on flickr!

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Um. So. There’s been this smell in my apartment, you see, and it was emanating from the direction of the washing machine. At first I thought it was from used wash rags that I put in there, waiting to be washed. If you leave them long enough, they will start to stink you know. So, I ran the washing machine. 10 times. Well, it was laundry day anyhow. Two bleach loads and 8 regular loads of laundry later, and the stench was STILL emanating from my washing machine. It was filling the entire apartment and no amount of lit pretty smelling candles was taking it away either.

(Side note here: it’s 12:56am and I just woke Bean up to come and see the snow accumulating on the ground. This is the first time so far this winter that it’s accumulated! I am stoked-she wasn’t impressed. She went back to bed. I am admiring the snow, thankyouverymuch.)

I was convinced that a dead mouse was inside the backside of my washing machine. Tonight I found out just how close to right I was. My wonderful neighbor guy came over and lifted the washer up. Sure enough, there was a dead mouse. It wasn’t inside the machine though, it was just dead and lying on the ground beneath the machine. Nice. *shiver* Ew.

So, we were sitting here in my living room a short while after he disposed of the offensive carcass, having a kahlua and milk (this is some homemade kahlua and I am telling you, I will NEVER drink that store bought shit they pass for kahlua again.) and chitchatting about everything and nothing at the same time when suddenly he says “don’t look”. Ok. You know, the whole “don’t look” thing is like the “don’t touch the plate is hot” thing in a restaurant, right?  They just told you it was hot, but you touch the damned thing anyways. Someone says “don’t look” and what’s the first thing you do? You look. Of course. If you truly don’t want someone to look, don’t ever tell them not to. Yes, I looked. Luckily, I didn’t see anything, but, apparently a mouse had ran across my kitchen floor from one side of the kitchen to the other. Wonderful. How did I get so freakin’ lucky? Well, I guess this means war.

Only one problem. There is no way that I am going to be able to dispose of mouse carcasses. At all. Ever. Nope. Ew. So, wonderful neighbor guy agreed to come over, set up traps, and then come back in order to dispose of the bodies for me. I know what you’re thinking. I am a lucky girl. I know, I know, I’m telling you, to have such nice folks around me......omg....ssshhhh.........I hear the little shit in my kitchen right now......it sounds like he is in the broiler part of my stove....yes, yes, I am sure that’s where he’s at right now.....mocking me....oooooo.....*shiver*

I am so not going to sleep tonight.

Ok. Back to the snow...... Isn’t it pretty? My little car is covered and it’s accumulating on the ground even!

(I can still hear him! LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU LA LA LA LA LA LA LA)

ugh. It’s going to be a long night.

Um. So. There’s been this smell in my apartment, you see, and it was emanating from the direction of the washing machine. At first I thought it was from used wash rags that I put in there, waiting to be washed. If you leave them long enough, they will start to stink you know. So, I ran the washing machine. 10 times. Well, it was laundry day anyhow. Two bleach loads and 8 regular loads of laundry later, and the stench was STILL emanating from my washing machine. It was filling the entire apartment and no amount of lit pretty smelling candles was taking it away either.

(Side note here: it’s 12:56am and I just woke Bean up to come and see the snow accumulating on the ground. This is the first time so far this winter that it’s accumulated! I am stoked-she wasn’t impressed. She went back to bed. I am admiring the snow, thankyouverymuch.)

I was convinced that a dead mouse was inside the backside of my washing machine. Tonight I found out just how close to right I was. My wonderful neighbor guy came over and lifted the washer up. Sure enough, there was a dead mouse. It wasn’t inside the machine though, it was just dead and lying on the ground beneath the machine. Nice. *shiver* Ew.

So, we were sitting here in my living room a short while after he disposed of the offensive carcass, having a kahlua and milk (this is some homemade kahlua and I am telling you, I will NEVER drink that store bought shit they pass for kahlua again.) and chitchatting about everything and nothing at the same time when suddenly he says “don’t look”. Ok. You know, the whole “don’t look” thing is like the “don’t touch the plate is hot” thing in a restaurant, right?  They just told you it was hot, but you touch the damned thing anyways. Someone says “don’t look” and what’s the first thing you do? You look. Of course. If you truly don’t want someone to look, don’t ever tell them not to. Yes, I looked. Luckily, I didn’t see anything, but, apparently a mouse had ran across my kitchen floor from one side of the kitchen to the other. Wonderful. How did I get so freakin’ lucky? Well, I guess this means war.

Only one problem. There is no way that I am going to be able to dispose of mouse carcasses. At all. Ever. Nope. Ew. So, wonderful neighbor guy agreed to come over, set up traps, and then come back in order to dispose of the bodies for me. I know what you’re thinking. I am a lucky girl. I know, I know, I’m telling you, to have such nice folks around me......omg....ssshhhh.........I hear the little shit in my kitchen right now......it sounds like he is in the broiler part of my stove....yes, yes, I am sure that’s where he’s at right now.....mocking me....oooooo.....*shiver*

I am so not going to sleep tonight.

Ok. Back to the snow...... Isn’t it pretty? My little car is covered and it’s accumulating on the ground even!

(I can still hear him! LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU LA LA LA LA LA LA LA)

ugh. It’s going to be a long night.

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