Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

We have a mouse. It was in the stove. Hub chased it out and it ran into the cabinet. I opened the cabinet doors in hopes that the girl kitties will hunt it down. I don’t have much hope for that happening, though.

Oh yeah, and my boob’s trying to get infected again. I’m thinking about stopping posting until I have something positive to say.

“Honey, can you get up? The baby crapped everywhere, down her legs, on the floor, in my cell phone, and she needs a bath but the hot water heater is broken; I need to go out and dig a hole to bury the cat; and the Columbia broke up over Texas.”