So, at 4am, the ceiling directly over my bed caved in. I have tile up there, and it's frankly old; I was up until 5 dusting shit off and taping the hole until Jayson (Dixie's bf/ our handyman) can fix it on Friday. Add to that the persistent scritch scritch scritch of the mouse I cannot seem to catch despite tasty smoked cheese in our no-kill trap, and I was a bit frazzly this morning. Yes folks, it is that time of the year again. And little mousie sneezing makes me sad. I hope to come home tonight to a mouse in the trap that I can release into the wilds of Sudbrook Park. I'm all for live and let live, but not in my bedroom at 5am, okay? This goes double for spiders.

But plus side: Ariel is cooking me dinner tonight!

( Franny_Glass's memeCollapse )