We have mice. Did I tell you that already? We do. I hate them. I don't see what purpose they have on this earth. I don't know why they ever made it onto the Ark. Noah should have let them all drown. That said, I have been cleaning like a crazy mad woman. I cringe to think of those little nasty things (who also happen to be adorable) touching anything in my house. *shudder* I have emptied closets, cleaned out desks, moved beds, washed furniture, washed everything in the pantry including canned food. So, while deep down my house was clean, on the surface, it didn't appear to be. So today was the day that that changed. The floors are mopped, the bathrooms scrubbed, the linens all clean and fresh, the furniture oiled. I even washed throw pillows! This place smells great. I love a clean house! I just wish that three days from now it would still look like I spent five hours cleaning it...
*a side note. In the challenge of catching and killing mice, Cam decided to try out the sticky paper things. They are cruel, I know. But these mice are smarter than we are apparently. Well, the first night as we were laying in bed, we heard the squeal. We caught TWO of those little suckers. They were laying there all pathetically glued down (pink ears, little twitchy nose, cute as can be) SCREAMING. It was horrible! Cam, however, thought it was the coolest thing ever. I'm guessing that is the testosterone charged non-feelings speaking. He just couldn't stop smiling at his big "catch". I think he was more thrilled with it than he would be with any gift...so from now on he is getting mice catching paper for every holiday.
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