Category Archives: Sisterhood of the Traveling Mice

Friday morning

I don’t have much to report this morning. I feel a little better today than I did yesterday but my throat is still a little sore and as always, I keep sneezing and coughing, which I typed as couching the first time. The wind is blowing today and I have to walk across campus this afternoon, so I’ll probably feel really great after that.

I’m taking small comfort in knowing that our mice, Carmen and Tibby (yes, for Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants), are together again. I couldn’t remember exactly where I had buried Tibby in December but while I was fighting with the roots (and seriously, there are a lot of roots in our backyard…I almost broke our little garden shovel), I found the brick I put on top of Tib’s check box so nothing could get at her. Last night we decided that our next pets are going to be called Fucker, Pimp Daddy, and Bitch, so it’s nice to know that the healing process has begun in earnest. Personally, I want to buy a betta and name him McNutty. Okay, I actually want to buy a tank full of fish and name them all after characters on The Wire. Of course, we’d have to find a way to strap fish!Omar with a tiny shotgun but I think it could be done.

Random Friday iChip love:
1. The Yard – Trolle Siebenhaar
2. Big Me – Foo Fighters
3. I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For – U2
4. Mudshovel – Staind [brings back memories, eh AJ?]
5. She Says (live) – Howie Day (10.16.04)
6. Carry Me Ohio – Sun Kil Moon
7. Thank You – Natalie Merchant
8. California Love – Tupac & Dr. Dre
9. November – The BFF (Azure Ray cover)
10. The Beer Song (live) – Howie Day

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Bad things happen, I get sick, rah rah rah

At 6:30 this morning, The BFF and I were in hysterics because we discovered that thanks to the distractions provided by mice, Owls would have invaded Europe instead of Hitler. The Third Reich and Owls were sworn enemies. It’s true.

Sadly, our precious little Carmen is a mouse that is not serving as a distraction for anyone anymore. I came home last night and found her curled up in her little empty toilet roll sleeping The Sleep.

I’m pretty sure I had nightmares.

I don’t have anything else to say.

Come pick me up

You know, the only problem with having people over to your house is that eventually they leave (it’s not like they have a forty minute drive or anything, jeez) and you’re left in a place with a lot of space to fill. Two of my good friends came over tonight and the three of us sat in the den and talked for a good long while about a lot of different things. I had a very pleasant time and am glad they came over because this morning got off to a rough start. I read a particularly bad-feeling-inducing post at Shapely Prose (see right for link to that blog) and that coupled with a bizarre dream in which someone I care about a great deal nearly got his head forcibly removed from his body made for a pretty meh kind of day. I cleaned (and how, which is surprisingly because the house didn’t seem that dirty to begin with) (of course, my fervency could have been related to the icky feeling, which actually started several nights ago when I watched Hope Floats on TV before going to sleep because that movie, while enjoyable, sometimes really makes me feel awful because of the things it makes me remember, and last night, I didn’t go to bed until 3:30 or so because the itchy crazies were tapping me on the shoulder and really, I was folding laundry at 2am and at 3am, I was spraying a stain on the carpet with Woolite with OxyClean, so really, today was pretty much a wash)…

I got lost in my own parenthetical.

My point is that tonight was a sigh of relief and now I am listening to my Ryan Adams Radio playlist (created on iTunes, with the helpful guidance of Pandora — Ryan Adams, The Jayhawks, Whiskeytown, Band of Horses, Sun Kil Moon, Ray LaMontagne, and The Shins) whilst sipping a glass of Merlot. Later, once I have satisfied my wine quota for the evening, I will go climb in bed with a movie. But for now? Well, for now, I’m going to feed the mouse.

Don’t you wish your gay look was hot like mine?

Jay Lee-no, as my grandmother called him, is a ginormous douche.

Eff you, Leno2

My grandmother is rolling over in her urn right now.

ETA: This is Carmen’s gayest look.


Escape is done

You all will be thrilled to know that the great mouse debacle of 2007 is now over. Fortunately Tibby was very hungry and my reflexes cat-like because I had to pounce on her. Literally pounce. Then she bit me! And then I put her in a special container and she went on to leap frantically upward, thus smashing her little head into the top of the container. WTF is wrong with our mouse???

Then I went outside. Which one of you invited summer over for a visit? I think that was very rude and you should be punished. Punished harshly. WHY did my car tell me it was 94 degrees BOILING HOT outside? This is NOT RIGHT OR FAIR.

WordPress is doing strange things to my text.


In a few minutes, I have to go back into the kitchen and sit silently while I wait for  Tibby to come out from under the oven so I can catch her and put her back in her cage. Last night, we were in the living room, sprawled on the floor after too much pizza and booze (and for some people, too much jazz hands) when I spied a familiar looking tail dart under a piece of furniture. What ho! A mouse! Our mouse, to be exact. Our Tabitha, who managed to escape her rolly ball in the kitchen. We chased her back into the kitchen, where she has remained for nearly 12 hours.

I think you’ll all be interested to know that there are a suprising number of random HOLES IN OUR CABINETS.  Little mice find these random holes incredibly amusing and fun and also, they seem to be a great place to hide from the big scary humans.