Ralph S. Mouse
I joined AAA today and for some reason it is making me feel exponentially grown-up. I also printed off copies of our credit reports to review and assess this weekend. Being grown-up is SCARY.
But let us talk about something far more important. The mouse that is in my house (apartment, but I wanted it to rhyme). I've seen him on two occasions and basically, he's going to have to die. Sucks to be him, but it's gotta happen. I made my husband set traps last night (not the glue ones – I have some modicum of kindness) and the humor was not lost on me that we are trying to catch a mouse with some organic peanut butter. So far, no luck – maybe he prefers Jif?
The following picture has nothing to do with this entry, I just love it.