It's only taken two years - literally two years, almost to the day - but my landlord is finally going to fill the mouse holes in the kitchen. Amen, amen, and hallelujah! Finally, I will be able to have people in my home again. It's been two years of not wanting to even make a simple meal for the closest of my friends because part of the kitchen baseboards have been covered over with bricks and steel wool, hiding the gnawed out gateway to the rodent kingdom below the building.
If any of you were crazy enough to be reading this blog back in April 2005 (I think my readership was limited to the Sasquatch and people hitting "next blog" at that point) you'd know I had an ongoing battle with mice in the kitchen. I also developed a bad case of "Blogger's Tourettes" - swearing like a sailor out here about the critters I had to glue trap repeatedly (cruel, yes, but very effective.) What a pleasure it will be to not be grossed out or freaked out walking through the kitchen!
Now, if I win the lottery and the eyeball heals itself, I may actually have proof of the existence of God. That would be The Divine Trifecta, as far as I'm concerned. In the name of the mice, the money, and the vision, amen.
Actually, I think I may get sent to a very, very Catholic Hell for that version of the Trinity.
Eh, if there is a God, and he doesn't have a good sense of humor, what's the point of heaven anyway?
I think I'll take my crackerbox-apartment-sans-mousies heaven on earth right now, thanks!