Aug 03 2005


My friend Kerrie is having her wedding shower this weekend and, though I’m terrifically happy for her, I really would rather spend the day at home. Asleep.


Kerrie and I have a couple things in common but, for the most part, we are very different kinds of people. She is, for lack of a better description, very mid-west mother-y. I am not. She is into decorating and tupperware parties and cakes and cute games at baby showers. I am not. Plus, I dislike many of her other friends. But, I want to keep her as a friend (and not just because I hardly have ANY) so I will be at her wedding shower and I will be a happy camper (or at least fake it really well).

But WHY does it have to be in Ohio?!?

In other news, there are only 8 days left until John and I leave for our much needed and anticipated vacation. The timing is pretty good I think, with Cole being at a very active stage (fun rainy day entertainment for all!) but me not being so huge that I can’t quite lug myself around (and I can still shave my own legs and bikini line- major plus!). I also think I look kinda cute in my bikini and, despite not knowing (or wanting to know) what my ass looks like at this point, I will be showing it off frequently. At least I have an excuse for my (somewhat) abundant derriere. I never had a good one before…

We’ve had a mouse living, uninvited, in our house for over a week now. We put out sticky traps and normal snap-traps to no avail. The super-mouse managed to eat EVERYTHING off of the snap-traps with out triggering any of them. We were getting desperate. And then I went home for lunch today. I decided to check all of the traps just in case it had gotten stuck on one. I was giving up when I remembered to check under the sink. Yup. Mousie. Very stuck- tail ‘n all. I’m so sad. I know I wanted the mouse gone, but I kept hoping, naively, that it would decide to move out on its own. Now John has to go home and try to kill it as quickly and painlessly as possible. Poor John. Poor mousie. We can’t just throw it in the garbage like the package tells us to because it would suffer too long. How Horrible!! For the same reason, we can’t drown it. John will probably do the same thing he did the last time this happened- chop off its head with a shovel. It sounds brutal, but we can’t think of a faster way. This sucks.

RIP, poopie mousie.