Life with the hunter: chapter 105

So in this episode of "life with the hunter"....

The Hunter and I went to bed and as we lay there trying to fall asleep we here the squeak, squeak chomp chomp of a little mouse. At first Hunter thinks it's outside on the patio. No I say, I think it's in the closet. Hunter tells me that he will put a new trap in the closet tomorrow. (He loves teeny tiny hunting as much as the big stuff) About midnight I wake up. Something is clunking around behind the bed. (INFO. We sleep in the basement/laundry room/waterheater closet so we have a very weird and large concrete step behind our bed. It's part of the foundation. Our headboard is pushed up against it and we keep shoes and stuff up there. It's wide enough that you could fit a twin size bed on. We also have two large mirrors sitting on it proped up against the wall. Oh yeah and it's carpeted up to the ceiling. I know it sounds lovely) So I try and ignore this noise. But really I am thinkin that little f'er is not in the closet it's in the room. I am also thinking he's going to run right across my head and get tangled in my hair. That would really piss me off. Then I hear it over by our storm door. Then by the laundry baskets. I sit up and turn on the flash light. The nasty little mouse is sitting on the top of the laundry basket and looking at me. Of course The Hunter is not waking up because he has ear plugs in. So I get up and find a bucket (again this is not just a bedroom but a laundry room) and try and catch it. It jumps down behind the basket. So I open the door and think it runs out. I get back in bed. Then I hear it again. Now Hunter wakes up. What the heck are you doing? he asks. We have a mouse in the room. Where he says? I don't know, I think it ran under the bed. Then we here it by the baskets again. I get up and look for it with the flash light. It runs across my feet and I yelp and jump. Now I am really pissed. Hunter tells me to step on it and kill it. I am not killing it with my bare feet I say. He tries to go back to sleep. Then he jumps out of bed. I think it just ran across me he says. Now all of the sudden this is serious. He shines the light behind us and it's climbing up the wall! Holy crap! He knocks it down trying to catch it in the bucket and it falls between the mirrors. He then tries to crush it between the mirrors. (yuck) That doesn't work so he yells at me to get something sharp. I don't have anything sharp down here! He jumps of the step and runs upstairs to get his knife. (It's rather large as you can imagine) He then STABS the mouse right in the middle. (double yuck) then scoops it in the bucket puts the lid on and we both got a great nights sleep. This whole little escapae only took one hour. The moral of the story is Don't wake up the hunter or his wife.

Hello from Hell

So let me just say yesterday was the first day in about two weeks that TLC has taken a nap. To any of you that have children you know HOW CRUCIAL the "nap" is. To those of you with out the blessing of offspring, it's a very painful thing. I am hoping it's just a phase. He's only two. I mean he just turned two in June. I am so not ready for him to give up on the nap thing yet. Any way, needless to say I have been feeling a little out of joint lately. OK, OK, I am a bitch. Other then that not much is happening. We are just enjoying the mild summer. I actually wish it were a little hotter. My tan is starting to fade. Hopefully I can work on it next weekend. I will flying solo to the last big show of the season. It's in Murieta which is right near Sacramento. Murieta is an old Indian word for "face of the sun". After I show maybe I'll go up to the reining pen and lay around in a bikini and try and find a sugar daddy. I could really use one. Kisses to all. (unless you have cooties then just a fist bump.