Last night was girl's night, which was a blast. Pizza, Project Runway, and wildly inappropriate talk about animals, republicans, and babies. About halfway through the evening Jen jumped up on her chair, cookie in hand, and went all girlie about seeing a mouse. Philly mice are incredibly bold. This one (the first I've seen in almost a year) was on my kitchen counter trying to move a bottlecap from a mudslide. So not only do I have mice again, I have alcoholic mice. It's amazing how blase I have become about mice and creepy crawlies living in Philly. If this happened a few years ago, I'd be up on the chair next to Jen. Last night I just wandered over to the kitchen and chased the mouse away. It reappeared later on near everyone's shoes, so that pretty much put an end to the night, but since it was really late and everyone had to work the next day, that was fine. One of the reasons I wasn't freaking out was because I have a rat zapper, which I pulled out and reset last night after everyone was gone and I bleached my counter. This morning, one dead mouse. I'll keep the zapper on for the next little while just in case there were more than one of them.
Oh yeah, and my new VCR came yesterday as well, so now I just have to find time again to watch my tapes.
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