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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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xoxo,
Connie
Hugs and blessings,
To answer your question, yes there is a face in the center, and it's the same "blurry lady" - her image was doubled.
Happy WW!
Allison
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I definitely think under the ladder is safer than across the road, but then, I'm not superstitious...
Thanks for your comment and I hope the tablet helps my ailing heart.
Take care, Love, Merle.
...to get to the other side.
:) I love your pun and
"kailani said... Only if you step on a clack while doing in."
LOL!