I just realized I've been painfully neglectful of my beloved blog lately.
Now, part of this travesty is that I'm still pissed to the roots of my hair over that little gut-shot incident I tiptoed around a couple of weeks back. I'm no longer so terribly hurt or betrayed, but...I'm still pissed. So, rather than pretend everything's all right, I've simply stuck to safer subjects -- like other people's bizarro articles on teleportation and ancient cheese sandwiches.
But that's hardly fair. And it's REALLY not fair to the current WIP, the back-burnered WIPs, or the mind-numbing multitude of hijinx (hijinxes? *smirk*) I get up to every day. *grin*
So, Charlie and folks, I've decided to pontificate again to the best of my ability. Woo-hoo! I'm sure there's great rejoicing....*laughs*
Oh...and did I mention that I'm in a really, REALLY weird mood today?
I had the most bizarro dream last night. Now, the field mice have decided that my nice, cozy-warm house is preferable to the pre-winter elements, so they've moved inside. Naturally, I've brought out the glue traps and rat poison. *wicked grin*
And a note for everyone who thinks it's cruel to let a poor, defenseless mouse suffer in a glue trap until I see fit to put it out of its misery? The true cruelty here is that I have to really, really clean my house this time of the year so the little bastards have only one reason to come inside -- the warmth. *grumbles* Be glad I didn't get industrial rat traps that'll snap their defenseless little heads off, okay?
Anywho, needless to say, this situation has annoyed the hell out of me, but I've managed to remove all the little...err...rodents but one. Now this, my friends, is a cunning adversary. He's seen his comrades removed one by one on these strange, sticky panels, and he's learned to avoid them on sight. Tricksey.
A new tactic is required, and I think I've come up with it. However, my dreams beg to differ. In fact, my dreams got downright pissy.
So, I dreamed all last night that I just went around my house, stomping on the invading mice until they were all gone. *blinks* Geez. I'm a cold bitch, but even I'M not THAT cold!
And I'm pretty sure you guys can do without the incredibly gorey visual of my subsequent dreams of cleaning mouse goo out of the carpet. *sigh*
I guess this is the price of living as close to out of town as I can without actually living out of town, ne?
And now you're all wishing I'd go back to the relatively
incommunicado posts of the past week. *laughs*