December 17th, 2007

December 2007

Carnage.

I woke up this morning to a surprise from my boys: a tiny little grey she mouse, dead, on my living room floor.

She's now buried in the flowerbed in front of our building.

I'm not skeeved so much as bummed (divinetailor, I remember your spider story). I've no clue where my boys even found a mouse. My best guess is from the pipe-access hole in the wall inside the bathroom closet. Wherever she came from, I certainly hope my boys don't make a habit out of this.

Bon voyage, little mousie.
Antioch Reunion 2007 2

Lifted from badrahessa

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. (Some I know too well - ha!) I read your journals, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you for your interest in my words.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...they listen in rapture to the love-music of mud-bears." (Think of it as your Yule present to me.)

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal and see what gems of knowledge appear.