AS OF TODAY, WE ARE ALL IN FIRST PLACE.

I have been in mourning the last couple of days. My team could not have played any worse in the World Series and I refused to even speak about it until today. I said about 10 words and then added, I shall never speak of this again. I lost a damn bet--which I am actually more than happy to pay up on, but got told that i wasn't going to be held to the bet. I'll pay up--I don't mind.

Anyway, all I could think of was the old commercial with George Steinbrenner and other baseball guys singing "The sun will come out tomorrow" and the print tag line at the end was "As of tomorrow, we're all in first place". I believe it was run directly after the World Series one year. Funniest damn commercial ever. I wish I could find it so I could load it to my computer.

Had a good laugh today and 40 something women will appreciate this--we had a conversation about our teen crushes and ALL of us had crushes on the same teen idols. It comes back like it was yesterday and who had what and what Tiger Beat had to say about ________ (fill in popular teen idol of the 70s here). It really makes us all laugh because we will admit to it 100 %. I did not have a Donny and Marie lunch box, but my room was wallpapered with David Cassidy. What brought all this nostalgia on? Donny was on QVC this morning, hawking his dvd set of the Donny and Marie show. Some woman called and was going on about how on Friday night, she was glued to the tv and everyone had to be absolutely quiet. No, it was not me--but it could have been. Sometimes your teenage years are kind of funny. In hindsight. Of course, I think I am a world class dork, but that's okay.

And now my "what the hell" story of the day--I have a ghost. Saturday morning at 2:30 am or thereabouts--my brain was telling my comatose self that there was a lot of light for that time of night in my room. I managed to get to a semi-conscious state and the overhead light was on. The only way you can turn it on is with a remote, which is on my nightstand. Both dogs were more asleep than I was. I turned it off and finally went back to sleep. Yesterday, I was ironing in my bedroom--no lights necessary because it was the middle of the day. I went to the bathroom to get more water for my iron and when I came back in the room--the effing light was on again. No one was anywhere near the remote. I do not find this amusing. At all.

MOUSE CHRONICLE UPDATE

This really isn't a very exciting update. However, I put decon down on Saturday and I happened to look at it last night. I shall have dead mice shortly. Those suckers have been eating the crap out of it. You can actually see the bottom of the box.

It just leads to one small issue. Instead of live mice scurrying out from behind stuff, I will be finding dead ones. Which I suppose is a lot better than live ones, except that I will have to dispose of them. Perhaps they will just crawl off under something and die and I will never have to deal with them.


PS--added later--I just got done having lunch with a woman who had a similar mouse problem. She said she killed 12 with decon. I thought that my lack of poison in the box was a little much for just one mouse. I am even MORE grossed out. Someone is going to have to help me dispose of the mouse bodies. Especially if they are in as bad a shape as she described to me--GRAPHICALLY. Seriously, I almost couldn't finish my lunch. I may have to move.

THE MOUSE CHRONICLES

Okay, I've come to accept it-I've got mice. I hate them and I try to trap them humanely. Of course, then I let them die in the trap, but really--isn't that beside the point?

First of all, the guy on QVC is full of shit when he says that a few drops of peppermint oil is a natural rodent repellent. I know for a fact that ain't true. And here is why.

Friday night I was feeding my dogs. For some odd reason, I moved the food bin away from the wall and what should happen to scurry out? AN EFFING MOUSE! And I had a cotton ball SATURATED with peppermint oil in there! THAT'S HOW I KNOW IS DOES NOT WORK. So while I'm standing there trying to decide whether I want to shit or go blind, my dogs, the dogs that were BRED TO KILL VERMIN, just stand there and watch this stupid mouse trundle across the floor under the dishwasher. They don't bark, they don't make a move--NOTHING. I had the damn creeps for, well, I still have them. I can't get rid of them and every time I open the pantry to get dog food or anything else, I pray beseechingly to God to please not let any mice scurry out, scaring the shit out of me in the process. I have taken to standing way to the right of the door to give any offending rodents a clear shot to the dishwasher.

Saturday morning, I bought a whole crapload of Decon. Screw the trap.

OBVIOUSLY MATH ISN'T YOUR STRONG SUIT.

I was in Qdoba last night, getting dinner as I often do on Tuesdays and the kid behind the counter gives me a cookie with my meal.

He hands me my receipt and asks me to take a short survey for him. I look at the receipt and it says that I can go to the website to take the survey, so I say--outloud--Oh, I'll take it tomorrow on the website.

The kid says to me--'OH--it has to be completed in 72 hours'. All I can do is stare at the dumbass and I say "Yeah--tomorrow is less than 72 hours." The kid did not get it. At all. He's probably still concerned that he gave me the cookie and that I did not get the survey completed. Holy crap--do they really not teach a day is 24 hours in school anymore?