According to a recent letter from family, your life is mundane, dull and quite normal if not plagued with flood, pestilence and famine. Well, I thought my life was dull, but I guess not. We have had floods (in our basement), pestilence (mouse took up residence in my car) and famine (my kids always think they are starving).
The flooding was taken care of with a new sump pump. It was a tricky endeavor for the contractor. It seems our basement flooring is three times as thick as normal. The guess was it chipped and cracked at first laying so a second layer was added. The poor contractor worked the entire day just breaking through the concrete.
The stupid mouse in my car ruined a coat, outfit of Eric's, bottle nipple and my stash of McDonald's napkins and ketchup. It ate a hole in my backpack I use for a diaper bag too. I was not a happy camper. I discovered the nest (see photo) in my glove box as we were driving. I had asked Oren to get me a tissue. He opened it, and I was hollering at him to close it fast. The last thing I needed was a terrified mouse and screaming boys as I do 70 down the interstate.
The flooding was taken care of with a new sump pump. It was a tricky endeavor for the contractor. It seems our basement flooring is three times as thick as normal. The guess was it chipped and cracked at first laying so a second layer was added. The poor contractor worked the entire day just breaking through the concrete.
The stupid mouse in my car ruined a coat, outfit of Eric's, bottle nipple and my stash of McDonald's napkins and ketchup. It ate a hole in my backpack I use for a diaper bag too. I was not a happy camper. I discovered the nest (see photo) in my glove box as we were driving. I had asked Oren to get me a tissue. He opened it, and I was hollering at him to close it fast. The last thing I needed was a terrified mouse and screaming boys as I do 70 down the interstate.
The mouse is gone though. Oren set a trap slathered with peanut butter. It caught the mouse and sprayed peanut butter all over the driver side when it went off. What it even grosser (skip to next paragraph if you don't want to read) is it was freezing outside. Okay, that isn't the gross part, but the mouse frozen to the trap is. Clint was trying to get it out of the trap to feed to the cat. I think Clint was quickly becoming sick judging by his facial expression. He finally threw the whole kit and kaboodle at the cat who gnawed the mouse off and had a nice breakfast. The kids were grossed out but couldn't keep their eyes away too long.
You, that is the excitement around here. We are back to the dull, mundane life. Our yard is a bog with the warmer temps melting the snow but not quite the frozen ground. The rain yesterday and today is not helping to dry out things. Just don't wear slip on shoes. You will become shoeless as the mud sucks them off your feet. At least our basement is staying dry. I just need to figure out how to stop the supposed famine as the plague of locusts descend on my food each day.
