Well, one nice thing you can say about this weather is that you can't beat it for getting your laundry dry on the line! By the time you get a load hung out, the first things up are just about ready to be brought in. So that's pretty great- right?
The mosquitoes are certainly enjoying the weather. All that rain for them to lay their eggs in and hatch and now all this heat to urge them on in their bloodsucking thirst is ideal for them. Not so much for us. At least I haven't been bitten by yellow flies yet. That will happen though. We know it will.
So the other day Mr. Moon saw Maurice chase either a large mouse or a small rat across the kitchen and the critter made its way somehow under? beside? the dishwasher.
We both said.
Well at least Maurice was trying. And it now appears that she had damaged the rodent to the point of unlivable abilities because there is, without a doubt, something dead, dead, dead in that area.
This is not good. That is my kitchen. It's supposed to smell delicious in my kitchen, not like a dead animal. Glen said that he'd take care of it but he's had other priorities today, one of which involved this.
Well, that didn't fix it either but I think he had a really good time trying.
So when I got home from doing my shopping this afternoon, he was gone, and I assumed he was off buying a new TV. And picking up Owen who is spending the night because he is going fishing early, early tomorrow morning with his Boppy.
And guess what? I do not hate it. I do not hate it a lot more than my old bathing suit. It is fairly comfortable. Here's what the darling model looks like from the Land's End site.