The Journal of Joyful Grace

Dammit. *laughs* I had a thoughtful post running through my head and then I turn this song on and it all flies out of my head and I end up bopping around in my computer chair.

*attempts to focus* Oh, right. Enjoyed my week "dating" my husband. So much so it almost felt like a vacation for me, even though I had to work. Alas, it is now back to the normal drudgery for us both, complete with nasty sinus headaches.

*re-reads* Yeah, that about sums it up. It was a bit schmoompier in my head, but you can blame/thank the song for changing that.

*gets back to bopping around*

There is a somber feel around the house tonight. After a month or more of eluding us, we finally got the mouse. It avoided the snap traps. We avoided chemicals (because of the Fuzz) and glue pads (just too cruel, as they're still alive). So out came Old Faithful, an old fashioned wooden trap that had a very high success rate of catching mice and fingers. But after a few weeks Old Faithful didn't appear to be quite so faithful in the mice department (fingers, it got plenty of). All hope seemed lost. And then it was discovered a certain husband wasn't setting Old Faithful correctly. So a certain wife decided to set good ol' Faithful and lo and behold after less than 24 hours of doing so, we had our mouse.

RIP, mousie. I hope you enjoyed all the free peanut butter while it lasted.