Put on your sunglasses . . .

. . . and behold Peanut's new day-glo PINK! room.

Ta-Da!



The neighbors complained a bit at first about the bright PINK! aura emanating from our windows at night, but they got over it once they realized their kids could now play soccer in the back yard into the wee hours of the evening. The neon glow has other advantages too – no more nightlights needed. In fact, now we hardly need to use lights anywhere in the house at all.

For those of you who haven't stalked me to my house yet, her old room, which was painted "unknown sex of fetus" neutral looked like this:



And while, yeah, that was kind of cute, the Big Girl turns four tomorrow (hold me) and "unknown sex of fetus neutral" was just not cutting the mustard anymore. After all, she is no longer an infant, never mind a fetus, and she is certainly, 110% GIRL. A girl who loves princesses and kitty cats and flowers and PINK! So as her main birthday gift this year, she got her wish of a new Big Girl room. She even picked out the bedding. It wasn't my choice, but look how happy she is:



Awwww. That's totally worth having to wear shades in my own house.

I think my cat is reading my blog

Why? Because she totally caught a mouse last night. I spied her in the kitchen pressed as close to the fridge as possible. Every now and then she'd flatten her belly to the floor like a snake and stab her paw under the fridge.

I thought, "Bah! She'll never get it," and went to bed.

Not five minutes later she's at the foot of my bed meowing a very different meow than normal. Then I hear the bell from her collar tinkle and a soft thump on the floor. More meowing. More tinkling. More thumping. So I turn on the light.

And there is BadCat, tossing the carcass of poor Mr. Mouse into the air.

The thing is? We also caught one in the humane trap Saturday night. Mark drove that one across town and let it go in a field.

So now I'm wondering just how many mice are living in our house?!?! I'm not 100% I want to know, but we will reset the trap tonight. And maybe get ourselves another cat to work the day shift.

Yo! Cat! How about a little help here?

Our mouse is back. Actually, I'm not 100% sure it ever left. It may have just retreated to the attic. A few weeks back I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and as I lay in bed I could hear the faintest scrittch scrittch followed by an even fainter thunk thunk coming from the ceiling above me. It kept me up for at least an hour and the whole time I'm lying there thinking, "you've got to be fucking kidding me? I'm being kept awake by a MOUSE?" I finally fell asleep and have given very little thought to our resident rodent since.

Until tonight when Mark yelled from the kitchen, "I think we still have a mouse."

Me from the living room, "why do you say?"

"Because it's swimming in the dog's water bowl."

Eh?!?

Sure enough, there it was - middle of the water bowl - submerged to it's little neck, desperately trying to gain some traction to propel itself to freedom. And then it did. About .00067 seconds before Mark could slap a newspaper on top of the bowl. And all the while our cat was sleeping soundly in the bedroom, completely oblivious.

So our handy dandy humane mousetrap is loaded up with peanut butter, ready to go. Because Lord knows, we can't count on the cat to catch it.