This was a really hard weekend for me.
I blame the weather.
It must have been frigid October rain that pushed our newly departed and totally unwelcome house-guest into our lovely little, previously flawless apartment.


The last two horrible days have involved lots of running, the occasional scream and much fasting. If I wanted to commit a crime this evening I could without fear of ever being caught. The constant hand scrubbing with Brillo pads rendered me completely untraceable.
Fingerprints? What fingerprints?
This no good, very bad weekend involved a mouse trap. And guilt. Lots and lots and lots of guilt.
Then there was some more guilt.
Fingerprints? What fingerprints?

Then there was some more guilt.
2 comments:
Hi Amber-girl,
I know how sincere you are in this, and I love you dearly for it. Sometimes life is SO hard. Too much Gus-Gus in your childhood. Sorry, but not??? I know you will survive, you New Yarker. Love x infinity...The Mom.
i lol'ed @ the last line.
sorry about the horrible weekend. the weather was the pits. and i hate killing mice and know the guilt.
word verification: thskitti. this has to mean something.
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