this fucking house

[the_siobhan]

Carlin successfully dropped off at the lizard-sitter, medication supplies for the trip mostly sorted, bills payed, hold put on mail.

I had planned to do my packing tonight. Then this morning I found mouse poop on the kitchen counter. You know, where I PREPARE MY FUCKING FOOD.

I swear to all the Gods, the next time I'm bitching about my house and somebody says, "lower your standards" or "your friends don't care what your house looks like," I am throwing fucking mouse shit at them.

Comments

[silentq]

Oh no! :-( No results from the basement traps I'm guessing. Sneaky little bugger.

[the_siobhan]

Nope. Traps are empty. I'm thinking maybe I should pick them up before I leave so we don't come home to 2 week-old bodies.

[boxofdelights]

Fucking houses. Fucking bodies. Whenever you think you've got a handle on all the work it takes to maintain them so they deteriorate as slowly as possible, they bring out the fucking mouse shit. Or glaucoma, whatever.

[the_siobhan]

Ha! You're right, there are definitely some parallels there. I think my house is going through menopause.