Sisterhood46

This morning I felt so nauseous. No I'm not expecting number four! Before I had a chance to finish my first cup of coffee, I discovered that I have an intruder in the house. This is what I know so far. He likes to gorge on peaches, he's an adept climber and he used my bread bowl as a bathroom. Yeap! I have a mouse in the house. So for the past hour I've been going back and forth from "OMG how do I get rid of the little sucker" to "oh well I live in the country now and maybe he's a little bit like Ratatouille and I should just let him have a midnight snack....Who am I kidding I'm freaking out, I need to get rid of this guy. And I'm pissed. If we live in the countryside why does he have to come into my house?! Here are my options: 1. Borrow my neighbor's cat who I'm told is an outstanding hunter. But I'm highly allergic to cats so it's a high price to pay! 2. Go to Home Depot and buy mouse traps. But I can't handle seeing d...

A city girl who loves berries of every kind, actually grew on her berries in the burbs! Happiness.

Ok. Moral of the story. There's a reason these people are called professional painters! The man came with an assistant and repainted my room in four hours flat. He even replaced my curtains and put all my furniture back in its place! What was I thinking trying to tackle this alone? Take it from me unless you have a lot of spare time on your hands, hire a professional to do the job!