I have passed my non-stress test with flying colors. Mare and Ren are alseep in their own bed with their arms around each other. I got a local brick-oven pizza for dinner, and Cute Husband and I are parked on the couch to eat it in front of some nice crappy TV.
It hits me.
“I don’t have a stack of papers to grade,” I say. “My deadlines are met. And … we don’t have a single overdue bill. We’re caught up. And there’s enough cash until next payday. And … the house is really pretty clean.” I go to sink my teeth into a thin crust, layered with ricotta and chopped tomatoes. I stop with my mouth open.
From the wood-beamed ceiling overhead, the distinctive sound of scratching. Followed by squeaking, and then scratching, and then what sounds like some sort of major rodent rumble above our heads.
“Life’s perfect!!” says Cute Husband.
“Right on,” I agree, chewing super-loudly so I don’t have to hear the squeal of agony from the rodent on the losing end of the throwdown.
Ewwww. I had birds last year. In the ductwork of the bathroom fan. Except there was no duct work, so they were just in between floors. When they learned to walk, we could hear their little birdie feet scratching on the ceiling.
oh man. You’re brave! I had a few bad experiences with mice while working at camp. I swear once I killed a few they were after me!!
Good luck with everything, looking forward to hearing that Eden’s arrived safe and sound and that your lattes are kicking your after spinal headaches!!
I hate that scratchy sound coming from the walls. I heard it this weekend at the in-laws house. I heard it over the baby monitor coming from the room where my daughter sleeps. Thinking she was up to no good I go busting in there and she’s sound asleep and the sound is coming from the ceiling (attic) above her. I practically ran down stairs and screamed at my father-in-law that he needed to fix it now! At least everything else is working out for you and you can enjoy some peace before baby comes along!
I think you have the right idea. I need to start lowering standards once in a while too. Although my husband would argue I’ve already set them too low!
Low standards? whattayamean?
That situation does sound pretty darn perfect to me.
I mean, as long as the kitties eat their prey, and don’t leave it as a “present” somewhere.
Like, in your slippers.
(Yes, that’s happened to me)
Yeah, I think it would be lowering your standards if you were accepting the kitties being on the losing end of that throw down.
WHY ARE THE MICE BACK? i thought they left. we had this conversation at 415 on april 6. i remember distinctly. they are the freaking scariest little rodents ever!
Poor, poor Sunbeam.
***Psst … they go away if you SING SOME BOB DYLAN!!!!
Dude… time to get two more cats