You are probably not having potassium-fortified pizza like I am. I feel this is a mistake. All pizza should be my pizza.
I'm out of control. Help me.
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You are probably not having potassium-fortified pizza like I am. I feel this is a mistake. All pizza should be my pizza.
I'm out of control. Help me.
just eat your pizza, andi, you'll be fine
I have eaten my pizza. I sprinkled potassium chloride on it. Hello, salty goodness.
I'm ok. Really.
mmm .. pizza.
actually, i do not want pizza. but I am full fo gin and wine so everything ( and may I repeat (EVERYTHING) sounds wonderful.
and Gershwin!girl is adorable
Ooh, guess what? A cupcake bakery just opened down the block from me. This could get ugly.
mmmm salty fun
I really think the mousy should leave on his on four scritchy little feet.
It's a hundred year old building that I live in. And they are doing construction. And the cold just hit. A mouse is no shock. (Other than the jumping and screaming)
Ooh, guess what? A cupcake bakery just opened down the block from me. This could get ugly.
Heh. Which is worse? Living within a block of really good pizza, or a cupcake bakery?
I think the pizza is worse, as it's open very late.
Trudy, a friend of mine has this method for dealing with mice: Turn an empty waste basket on its side, place a paper towel with a bit of peanut butter inside it, near the what used to be its bottom. You sit next to it quietly, patiently, for (what she swears is less than half an hour) the mouse to smell the wonderful delicious OMG!peanut butter and come looking for it. The mouse crawls into the waste basket, and you turn it right-side-up. You can then transport the mouse wherever you like.
That sounds easier than the humana trap which is impossible to open and release the little guy.