The mouse business began last month when a bad aroma began to annoy me. I nervously checked the compost crock and the garbage can and even peeked in the oven to see if a piece of meat had been left to die there. My nose finally led me under the sink to a forgotten mouse trap. Sure enough, there was a little furry creature ripening under the hot water pipe. Gag me. The snare and its little feast of long dried up peanut butter had been prepared several month previous; set by WR in response to my reminders (nagging) that we needed to be prepared for the winter mouse invasion. I'd left the primed trap alone, acknowledging each time I noticed it with careful avoidance. After our catch, we were once again aware that the field mice had found shelter under the house. And, that at least one had squeezed through the small opening around the kitchen pipes into the warm cabinet under the sink. WR set another trap with fresh peanut butter. Now I am paranoid. I keep hearing things: Paper...
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Great 100th post. Very creative BUTT maybe for your 101th, we can see what's actually under that tree. :)
Glad I'm a part of your little blogging circle...you bring a smile to my face or my heart every time I'm here.
It kind of "tails" off when you post pictures of your hubby's behind, though ;). Creative way to commemorate this auspicious milestone!
Congrats & keep on writing, mon amie.
Don't you mean that he is the best 'hus-BUMd' though? ACtually...they are called 'buns' sometimes...ok. Fair do's :-)
did Dad find the water leakage?
Love you -
I love your imagination and the way you put things together! ! !
LOL! Great 100th post, Pamela. Thanks for the chuckle.
(Unrelated PS: remember to start now to fight back against the war on Christmas!)
You've got quite an excellent hubby there;)
I hope your husband doesn't mind being the "butt" of your jokes! LOL! Sorry, couldn't resist.
Kelly
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Ian
Also, hello back to a bloggerchick...
Kris
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