Gosh, since last we spoke, this happened:
Discovered cockroaches in my kitchen. HORROR.
Eradicated said cockroaches. Turns out they were holed up in the battery compartment of my automatic dry kitty food dispenser. I got the bug man out here to spray and set traps just in case but haven’t seen or caught a one since I overhauled the food dispenser. Apparently shrieking while playing Whack-A-Roach with the nearest thing at hand (my sandal) did the trick.
Discovered a mouse in my office as it made a mad dash across the room headed for who knows where. I’m certain the cockroaches in my kitchen told the mice where I work, but I have no proof.
Eradicated said mouse, sort of. I cleaned out my snack drawer (sad day, sad day) and Buff Kahuna humored me by getting a no-kill trap. After a few days of the trap not being sprung, I took a look inside to discover the peanut butter bait was gone. We reconfigured it so it would work properly and I set the little bugger free outside the next day. (Stupid, I know!) We reset the trap and caught a second mouse, or maybe it was the first who made his way back into the building. Who knows? I haven’t had any more mouse droppings in my area but others in the office have so they brought out the big (aka poison) guns. No sign of dead mice yet but I’m sure we’ll smell them when they crawl off and die in the walls or something. Blech.
Got mom all fixed up! She had cataract/glaucoma surgery on her second eye, got her final shot of rooster stuff in her bad knee, and just got a shot of cortisone in her left hip. As my sis Karen says, we’re pretending she’s a racehorse and just going to keep numbing things until we figure out where the problem is. So far so good. Much of her pain is at bay.
Got a new haircut. My gays would dub it another “angry-lesbian” look but I’m hiding from them so they haven’t seen it. It’s not the most flattering but I DON’T CARE. It’s super easy and I love it!
Had a Mary Kay party. I am now hooked on the TimeWise system...and I wear mascara to work every day…and I was my face EVERY NIGHT. As my rep and friend Deb Coburn says, she’s ruined me.
I’m sure there’s more but it will have to wait because I have to go to work now, on a Saturday. The October 15th final extension deadline for 2010 individual taxpayers looms and I’m taking a week of vacation the 10th through the 14th. Whoops! Didn’t really think that one through and the airfare is nonrefundable.
Here’s hoping I don’t find any mouse poop or worse when I get to the office.
