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• We have a mouse. We may have more than one, but so far it seems like one lone, brave little critter. He gets around, too: upstairs in the attic room where Sarcasm Girl (increasingly rarely) sleeps; downstairs in our linen closet; darting across the livingroom just out of the line of sight. Emily, who lives to bark at every other creature on God's Earth, does not seem interested in becoming a mouse-dog.
• Message to Emily: yes, that's peanut butter on the mouse-trap. If you stick your snout in to investigate, you will be startled. (Note for the tender of heart: we deliberately put the traps in places Em couldn't get to, and still she persists, and still she is startled. Foolish snout-dog.) (Note for the tenderer still of heart: we tried several more humane versions of mouse-trappery to no avail; the high pitched electronic mouse deterrent drove the dog crazy but did not seem to deter, or even slow down, its target. And I still think a quick death is better than the glue traps. Flame if you must, but, really.)
• Avocado heads off to Disneyland tonight, very very late. Given that Sarcasm Girl got a headstart on the weekend and went off to her sweetie's house yesterday (and likely won't be home until Monday) it's going to be a startlingly quiet Saturday.
• Got a cool cake on order for tomorrow. Pictures when I have 'em.
• And for a change, there are two films and a play reviewed in today's New York Times that I would love to see; have no prayer of the play, of course (Geoffrey Rush, Susan Sarandon, Lauren Ambrose in, of all things, Ionesco's Exit the King, in New York), but maybe a movie. Someday.
ETA: Mousie, RIP 2009
• Message to Emily: yes, that's peanut butter on the mouse-trap. If you stick your snout in to investigate, you will be startled. (Note for the tender of heart: we deliberately put the traps in places Em couldn't get to, and still she persists, and still she is startled. Foolish snout-dog.) (Note for the tenderer still of heart: we tried several more humane versions of mouse-trappery to no avail; the high pitched electronic mouse deterrent drove the dog crazy but did not seem to deter, or even slow down, its target. And I still think a quick death is better than the glue traps. Flame if you must, but, really.)
• Avocado heads off to Disneyland tonight, very very late. Given that Sarcasm Girl got a headstart on the weekend and went off to her sweetie's house yesterday (and likely won't be home until Monday) it's going to be a startlingly quiet Saturday.
• Got a cool cake on order for tomorrow. Pictures when I have 'em.
• And for a change, there are two films and a play reviewed in today's New York Times that I would love to see; have no prayer of the play, of course (Geoffrey Rush, Susan Sarandon, Lauren Ambrose in, of all things, Ionesco's Exit the King, in New York), but maybe a movie. Someday.
ETA: Mousie, RIP 2009