Things you don't expect at 7:15 am:

- popping your head out of the shower and find yourself at eye level with a mouse exploring the scarves on the shelf above the toilet.

- finding yourself saying " Aw, you're cute. Really adorable. Little mousie snuggled in the scarf hammock. But you don't belong here, so I'm going to let you get eaten. DEVI!"

- still drenched from the shower, holding a very sheddy cat in front of you, pointing her at the mouse in the scarf yelling "See the mousie! DAMNIT. LOOK AT THE GODDAMN MOUSE! Phphphplbbt. MOUSE! Ahhhh!"

-standing on the toilet and dropping the cat when the mouse takes a dive for the floor.

- running around the apartment in the altogether with a plastic bag in hand, chasing the cat slinking rapidly around with a mouse in her mouth bellowing "DEVI. GIVE ME THE MOUSE. GIVE ME THE GODDAMN MOUSE! GIVE ME.....oh shit. YAARG!"

- the cat LOSING the g.d. mouse into the teeny space under the cabinets.

Hopefully it goes somewhere else to die or reports back to the nest the horror of apt 314.

I don't need that kind of excitement in the morning.

Re DH: I'd always assumed the but then you won't get to heaven argument is just a step away from but you will go to hell. So I didn't think it sweet at all. Just a wee bit passive aggressive.

Lynette's still the only one of these women I'd spend time with without needing to murder, and only if she left the kids somewhere else.

<makes note to spend Melbourne Cup Day on the board>

The Melbourne Cup has a holiday?

Well, I hope it is a nice cup.

Happy birthday, Beth and Beej!

Happy birthday Beth and Beej. I wish for you...

Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you.
And all that your heart may desire.

sarameg, that cracks me up. If I ever found a mouse in my house, my cat would be utterly useless. Then again, if I found a mouse, I'd probably just be happy that it wasn't a rat or a squirrel, seeing as I am fairly sure we have a nest of one or the other in our attic space.

Dev's got a pretty good prey instinct. But she also has a very short attention span, and really? Brain the size of a walnut.

During all of this drama, Mister Kitty was lying like an otter in the middle of the living room run, in the sun. Didn't even open his eyes when Dev ran ACROSS him with the mouse in her mouth.

You might have squirrels or rats? Shudder. My college dorm had squirrels living in the abandoned 3rd floor. Noisy suckers.

The guests gathered around the seder plate, in a circle on the floor, a book of instructions nearby.

Most sat attentively. Some looked around and fidgeted. Some scratched and barked.

It was a Passover seder for dogs.

...

Yes, the dogs wore yarmulkes. Quit snickering. They also ate kosher dog food.

It was provided by Holly Sher, who owns Evanger's Dog & Cat Food Co. in Wheeling.

"A number of customers of hers wanted to keep kosher with their dogs," Richardson said. "Even a number of customers who were not religious during the year wanted to keep kosher for Passover."

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Happy Birthday Beej!

Happy Birthday Beth!

While going through some old tapes over the weekend I discovered that I have Cast a Deadly Spell, which I'd thought lost forever into the realm of HBO movies that never got released on DVD. Must make time this week to watch it and enjoy the Cthulhu Noir.

happy birthday Beej!

my mom called before the alarm went off. I was dreaming about a delivery of pots full of coffee and egg sandwiches to the door. I did not get up to find the phone.

thanks for the birthday wishes.