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Hearing Things
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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Hope yall had a great Thanksgiving!
She's adorable, as I'm sure you are well aware of!
You're a winner! http://lisaschaos.com/a-group-of-winners/
lol..
Olive juice?
We loved seeing you guys. Curly Mop absolutely loves gma and gpa time.
my niece (who passed away from Lupus) always got her fingers into the black olives that way! It must be a little girl thing! lol
Olive a pint.. :)
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I hope you had a good Thanksgiving, Pamela, and that your week has gotten off to a good start.
Albeit, Buttercup is still very little but she is shaping up to be just like one of Karisma's kids! (Karmyn! Take her to church! Right now! Before its too late! Save her!)
I remember moments like this when I visited my grandparents, and they helped form the person I ultimately became.