Snoozefest

I'm addicted to the snooze button.

I went to bed last night at 10:30 pm. Before that, I had read the paper in bed for an hour. I had an active and productive Sunday. I hadn't even gone out Saturday night. I had a restful, practically bucolic, weekend.

However, for some reason this morning, when I heard the harps sounding my Monday morning wake-up call, I still snoozed for two hours post angelic harps.

It all began at 7:30 am. Again I remind you, I settled in around 10:30 pm. Even with a little tossing and turning, I easily got at least a solid 8 hours of sleep.

I was fully awake at 7:30 when the alarm went off, I could've easily gotten up, prepared for my day, enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, sipped my coffee, gotten dressed in a calm, ordered fashion, but no.

I waited until 9:20 when I only got out of bed because I realized it was garbage day. And let me tell you, when I realized it was garbage day, I sprung out of bed and raced around the house gathering trash as if the next garbage day fell in 2011.

After getting all the trash to the curb on time, I proceeded on with my chaotic morning routine of speeding from room to room, trying to shove some breakfast in my mouth, slam some coffee, put on my face lacquer, and locate matching socks.

In spite of my systematic and controlled morning routine, I showed up only 30 minutes late to train the new teacher who herself had showed up 15 minutes early. Therefore, you do the math, that makes me basically on time.

Mouse 1, Annie 0

After a day, the cheese had not been touched and I was seriously thinking that my mouse was turning its nose up at my taste in cheese. I'll admit, I was a little offended.

This made for mixed emotions today when I saw the trap empty of both mouse and cheese. I was pleased to see that my mouse also appreciates the spicy Gouda I so much enjoy, but very disappointed that he outsmarted me somehow.

This time he just gets straight up Tico cheese. Provecho.

Mouse Hunt

I have a mouse in my house.

I first saw it about two weeks ago. He was trying to eat through the plastic cap on my bottle of vegetable oil. Gross. I threw the oil out and decided that I would not eat at home for a while, thus starving the mouse out of my house. After not seeing my little friend for almost a week I had decided I was mouse free.

Not so.

On Friday night as I was packing for a trip to the Caribbean, I spotted the mouse in my living room. He was crawling around trying to get onto my bookshelves. I have no food on my shelves so I'm not sure what he was after, maybe he wanted to read the latest Chelsea Handler novel?

Anyway, I chased him back into the kitchen where he narrowly escaped my rubber rain boot as he effortlessly slipped under the fridge.

I was frustrated but couldn't do anything about it since I was getting up to catch a bus at 6 am on Saturday. My only line of defense was to leave the house spotless and again hope I would starve him out of my house and into my neighbor's. To me, this seemed like a brilliant plan.

Wrong.

I got back yesterday and found mouse droppings in the kitchen. So today, sorry animal lovers, I decided it's time to pull out all the stops.

I went to Gonzalo, my landlord who we normally lovingly refer to as Manana due to his slow response time. This time, however, Gonzo surprised me. He came back within minutes with a very Medieval looking mousetrap. I supplied the cheese, and, after tasting it, Gonzalo set the trap.

And now, we wait.