I caught the mouse y'all!!!!
I came home Sunday afternoon and I heard it squeaking. I went into the kitchen and there he was, stuck in the glue trap, squealing his little mousey heart out. So I put on a work glove (I don't want to get bitten, and knowing my luck. . . ), grab a plastic spatula (the metal ones might cut him) and some olive oil (I didn't have any reg veg oil). So I pour oil on the trap and try to pry the little guy out of the glue with the spatula. He's squeaking and struggling and then just starts eating the olive oil. After a while it was like he was working with me. I swear, we were like a team. He eventch got out of the glue and scurried off into the remote recesses of the backyard. Covered in olive oil. Poor little guy.
No more mouse poop.
It has been declared that my girls and I are Sex and the MidWest. hahaha. . . I hate Ohio. The horribly explicit conversation we had at Waffle House (ew) on Sunday morning after everyone shook off their Halloween hangovers (present company excepted) was the funniest thing ever. Other people at the Awful Waffle were getting really quiet and leaning toward our booth to hear the details of Hilzy's night of debauch. Fuck. The writers of the real Sex and the City could never have come up with something that ridiculous. Good thing it was a sturdy wall. . .
I think I'm applying for grad school at NYU and Berkeley. Any other suggestions? I need to have fallback schools in case my 3.9 GPA isn't good enough, or I bomb out on the GRE.
School. Whoopy.
Qs:
Ever catch a mouse?
Do you like Waffle House (or Huddle House if you're from the Dirty, or Waffle and Steak if you're from Indy)?
How much of your sex life do you tell to your friends?
How much crap can you get for 10 bucks at White Castle?
Where should I go to grad school?
I came home Sunday afternoon and I heard it squeaking. I went into the kitchen and there he was, stuck in the glue trap, squealing his little mousey heart out. So I put on a work glove (I don't want to get bitten, and knowing my luck. . . ), grab a plastic spatula (the metal ones might cut him) and some olive oil (I didn't have any reg veg oil). So I pour oil on the trap and try to pry the little guy out of the glue with the spatula. He's squeaking and struggling and then just starts eating the olive oil. After a while it was like he was working with me. I swear, we were like a team. He eventch got out of the glue and scurried off into the remote recesses of the backyard. Covered in olive oil. Poor little guy.
No more mouse poop.
It has been declared that my girls and I are Sex and the MidWest. hahaha. . . I hate Ohio. The horribly explicit conversation we had at Waffle House (ew) on Sunday morning after everyone shook off their Halloween hangovers (present company excepted) was the funniest thing ever. Other people at the Awful Waffle were getting really quiet and leaning toward our booth to hear the details of Hilzy's night of debauch. Fuck. The writers of the real Sex and the City could never have come up with something that ridiculous. Good thing it was a sturdy wall. . .
I think I'm applying for grad school at NYU and Berkeley. Any other suggestions? I need to have fallback schools in case my 3.9 GPA isn't good enough, or I bomb out on the GRE.
School. Whoopy.
Qs:
Ever catch a mouse?
Do you like Waffle House (or Huddle House if you're from the Dirty, or Waffle and Steak if you're from Indy)?
How much of your sex life do you tell to your friends?
How much crap can you get for 10 bucks at White Castle?
Where should I go to grad school?
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I told you that already.
And DON'T be funny.
Guys don't like that.
Hot's good though.
You can still be that and get guys.