Hello Out There in Internet Land

I'm having a silly morning, and it took forever to fall asleep last night, so I'm not too clear about the whole thing. My car is in for service, so I'm driving my nephew Little K's car (since he's away at college), which rides very nicely for a car with 130,000 miles on it (and, as my sister reminded me, once had an unpleasant encounter with an 18-wheeler.) It took me forever to find the cup holder in it this morning.

I have a new mindset when it comes to the mice. Kill'em, kill'em all. After I posted yesterday, I went in to finish the shelf cleaning and such that the Hubs had started for me, and we ended up doing it mostly together, and while I didn't find more signs of mice presence, I am just fed up with the whole cleaning up thing. It seems they found a bag of soup beans on a high shelf, and wouldn't you know, this must be their favorite thing in the whole world, and everything we had to move on every shelf below it spilled more bean pieces onto the floor. Everything is safe now, clean, in a plastic container if necessary. I told K that I expected wake up in the middle of the night last night and hear a squeaky indignant voice yelling "What the FUCK??!!", but it turns out I wasn't asleep anyway, and wasn't even asleep when I got a wrong number text message around two. Anyway, kill the damn mice; I just want them out of my house.

Which is a disaster. We may have to postpone Christmas until April, since there is no place to put the tree. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The next step in the Great Mouse Hunt is to have K's bedroom closet taken care of. Last week, I got a clothes rack on wheels, a temporary place for all the stuff that was in the closet, and someone can always use a clothes rack on wheels. She put it together, it was good, and then Saturday afternoon, she brought it down to the living room, in pieces. She needs another one! Mommy needs to call the handyman to get the closet worked on! Y'know, we went to Target, and when we came back, she said Oh, we forgot to get a new clothes rack. Oh, did we? Must have been my mistake, or else my intention, because I'm not spending more money on another one and then on the closet and really, why don't I just take my paycheck and flush it down the toilet? Anyway, I have no idea where her clothes are and I don't want to know, but I have someone coming to give me an estimate on the closet Wednesday after school, which you know certainly means that I will sit by the phone, straining to hear the doorbell and no one will ever come. But we shall see.

In another case of something I had no intentions of doing, we had a breakdown in the computer network at school this morning, and naturally, all the work I needed to do was computer-related, including checking in a copy of Twlight which had just been returned and was on my desk. So I read the first page or two and now I have to read the rest of it. The cat-in-the-library book will have to wait. I'm in the mood for another page-turner, or at least a grabber, which the cat book is not and everyone knows Twilight is. It seems I have no choice in the matter.

My haircut, btw, rocks. It's exactly what I had but a little shorter, which means it'll last a longer time, but I had no trouble getting it to look just right today and I love it. I am terrible at that thing where you hold your arm out and take your own picture, but I'll see what I can do. It's actually impossible in the iPhone, because the back of the phone faces you, of course, and you can't even tell by touch where the button is to press since it's part of the screen. Perhaps I shall step away from my desk a moment and see what I can do with the real phone.

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Okay, I took a picture, but it didn't look cute, it just looked fat. What I need is some kind of remote for the mirror, and when I get myself to look in the mirror exactly the way I want it to look, I click the remote and there's a picture. Why hasn't anyone thought of that yet? Isn't this already the most narcissist society of all time? (Rome, maybe Rome. But maybe not.)

It's about 1:30, and I am going to have the coffee in my thermos now.

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We moved into The Mouse House 23 years ago today.


WATCHING WIFE SWAP (from last night) :: ENTRY #1912
READING: Twilight by Stephanie Meyer