The rants, rambles, and otherwise uninteresting happenings in the life of...well, ME, you might say. You mean you wanna know more? Ok ok, you have my warning! (For you who want to know lots more about me, go here.)
Eight. Today Mom, the big boys, and Beth went to dig two postholes for
a Care Net Pregnancy Center sign (in the empty lot beside Planned
Parenthood). They picked up my friend, who was in charge of it, so so
far that's six. Then you have her mom, who made snacks, and the guy who
let them put the sign on the property. So, that's roughly four people
per hole...that should get it done fast!
Go Get 'Em, Tiger: Free Entertainment
Last night at about ten-thirty I heard "scribble-scratch" in the
bathtub. Upon investigation, I found Pi (my cat) had caught a mouse and
was playing with it in the tub! Talk about play pens. There were a few
bath toys in there, making it even more interesting and challenging, I
assume. The twins and I watched for a while, then the mouse started
"winding down". Em decided to grab it by the tail and put it in the
toilet, so she did. Yuck.
Pi jumped out of the bathtub and looked at us, meowing, so I petted her
and told her what a great cat she was. She went back to the kitchen,
and we went back to bed.
Not ten minutes later, I hear "scribble-scratch" in the bathtub! Holy
cow. Yes, another mouse! This one was a little more agile, and lasted
longer than the last one. Em didn't want to pick it up again, so she
ran to the kitchen and returned with a pair of tongs. (Mom, just skip
the next few lines, please...) She went to grab it, but dropped the
tongs.
"YOU do it!" she told me.
Well, all right. I picked up the tongs, nabbed the mouse, dropped it in
the toilet, and flushed. Pi had already gotten bored, and had jumped
out before, while Em was getting the tongs.
Yes, we washed our hands.
And as Mom would say (you can start reading again, by the way), "Go get 'em, Tiger!"
Yesterday I Performed My American Duty (or something)
Yesterday was Tuesday. That's important, because Beth and I clean house for the "presidents" every Tuesday.
Because Ben and I were/are first-time voters (yes, I could have voted
last year, but we forgot. I turned 18 in 2004, but after the election,
so I wasn't in on a presidential election), we had to go to the
courthouse to register. The line was pretty long in the little
anteroom, and twisted around on itself a couple times.
Ben remarked, "Pretty soon this is going to look like a Japanese
swimming pool!" (If you haven't seen pictures of it...it's more people
in one place than I've ever imagined!"
While standing in line, Mom said (loud enough for other people to hear,
but not loud on purpose), "I guess we'll be later to the presidents
than we thought." (because the line was so long.) I just wonder what
people thought!
And there were no mishaps at the presidents this time! And we finished
in two hours, opposed to the two and a half of last time, and three of
the first time!
Why I Wear My Jeans Rolled Up
It seems to be the fashion, at least here, for girls, to wear their
jeans rolled up...but not quite rolled up; just the bottom three inches
or so turned back on itself, like somewhat of a capri style pant. I'm
afraid I follow this fashion, but only out of necessity, let me assure
you. See, I'm short. You probably knew that already. And I'm also
inclined embonpoint, too.
(That's a fancy French word for "stoutness".) So either I get pants
that fit around the waist and are too long in the legs, or tight in the
waist but the length is ok.
Apparently, people of my height are expected to be thinner. :-/
Deerly Beloved
While Mom and Beth were gone (to Beth's recorder lessons), there were
about eight deer in the field opposite our house. We watched them for a
very long time, before they finally left.
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Anne-the-cat 
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