Thursday morning Ben commented that he thought we might have a "visitor." "Visitor" is code for a mouse. A MOUSE!! I hate those disgusting little crumb snatchers. So, of course, I started tearing the kitchen apart. And, yes... we have a mouse. I did not lay eyes upon said mouse, but I saw the little presents that he left. Lucky for el raton, I only had two sticky traps in the house or I would have papered the whole dang place. Stay away from my KitchenAid Mickey, 'cause you will die. I don't play!
Oh, for anyone who feels compelled to leave a comment about animal rights.... don't. Be warned that if you leave any kind of message berating me for plotting the death of this flea-bitten vermin, I will pack up this nasty little rodent, and I will drop it off at your house while you're sleeping. Oh, YES I WILL. So just don't go there.
--- 4 ---Bitsy, our new puppy, is such a sweet little girl. Her skin condition is practically gone, and she gained a whole pound her first week with us. I think the first week's potty training progress was just a teaser. Now, at the end of week 2, we take her outside and she'll play and play and play. As soon as we bring her back inside, she'll go potty on the carpet. A few days ago, I even caught her inside Travis' kennel about to pee on his bedding. He must've made her mad.
I feel sure I'll need to buy new uniforms. I just bought Garrett, my oldest, new tennis shoes about a month ago. I bought them a 1/2 size too big, or so I thought. He's already complaining they hurt his toes. How is it even possible for a boy's foot to grow a whole size in one month?
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