A couple of weeks ago, I went to pull a towel out of the bathroom cabinet under the sink.  Normally, that’s not something I’d really write about, except THIS TIME.  THIS TIME a mouse took the liberty of using my cabinet space for it’s own…needs.  So, after much cleaning up and washing of things, I decide the little mouse really needs to…not live with me.  I’m super picky about roommates/housemates and I’ve always been very clear on where I stand in regards to my expectations about bathroom habits.  So, we set up a mouse trap.  With peanut butter, because APPARENTLY all mice (excluding this one) like peanut butter.  The peanut butter is still there, the trap is still open and I have no clue if the mouse is still here, or it just thought to stop by for the holidays. Nonetheless, I put some goodies on the floor, hoping the entice the little guy - and partially because I think peanut butter is really a lame offering if you’re going to snap someone’s appendage off…and NOTHING.  He had a chance to go through fudge and cookies and Lorelei’s snack mix…and nothing.

We’ve decided it’s a phantom mouse - one that may or may not be anorexic.

In other non-rodent news:

I was afraid that Lorelei was the only 2 1/2 year old that didn’t know her colors and ABCs - turns out she’s stubborn like me and we’re now playing a battle of the wills.   She KNOWS so much, she just doesn’t want to cooperate.  Well, at least that explains it…

Happy New Year everyone!

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