September 19, 2011

squealing peanut butter filled fingernails

dear chipped polish and mice on the carpet diary,

if today was tomorrow, i wouldn't be up yet. but my polish is worn and chipped on every nail and i could sleep no longer. i hate this color i have on anyway. it doesn't scream, "whore" loud enough for me. i have a huge issue going on in my house already this year, a month earlier than usual. i have mice. it seems like mice like to hang out wherever i live. fucking looking back over the years, i cant think of any home i've ever had that didn't contain a family (or two) of mice. i've never had a cat, but i have a snake now- who cant keep her jaws off of me, but that goes in a different post. we had a bread drawer at my first house and i pulled it out and got to see a whole nest of baby mice and their parents. that little family got us on david letterman and stupid pet tricks in february1996 when my dog marty joanne (gymshoe) had a strange reaction to the little family. i wish we still had that dog. he was a mouse hunting freak of nature. after i take my nap, i will paint my nails and lay out more rolling traps with nutterbutter cookies in them. i sure hope the snake can tolerate nutterbutters.