A FEW RANDOM UPDATES from my little corner of the universe:
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SETH IS LEARNING TO DRIVE and I have to say, riding shotgun with him is completely surreal. Even if it's only in an empty parking lot. I gave birth to what is now a young man, who possesses a learner's permit, and now he is learning to drive. A vehicle. Pray for me.
The good news is, I can tell he has inherited the Good Driver Gene from both of his parents. Or maybe it's just the hours and hours he's spent honing his driving skillz on his xBox. Either way; I'm pretty sure it'll be fine. Probably.
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WE SAW A MOUSE last Saturday. We've had 'em before, but it'd been a while. Of course if you see a mouse, it means you have MICE. These seem to be a particularly stupid breed, peeking out in daring fashion from the safety of the gaping hole in the baseboard next to the oven. So, we set a trap and he was all mmmmm, peanut butter and SNAP! Squished mouse-head.
So when that dummy failed to report for Mouse Roll Call on Sunday morning, they drew straws and sent the loser in to investigate. Except this one was even dumber than the last one: He sauntered right into the family room as we were all gathered 'round the tube, eating dinner and watching hockey. We knew there was nowhere for him to go; so Seth used a crutch (don't ask) to goad him out of his corner and I stood on the sofa because eeeeeek! Curt grabbed a Spongebob tennis racket and WHAM! dead mouse. In my family room. During dinner.
I cleaned out all the drawers where they have left evidence of their presence (those aren't blackened sesame seeds, y'all) and placed peppermint oil-soaked cotton pads in the drawers and in the aforementioned gaping hole and now my kitchen smells minty fresh and I think the mice may have finally gotten the hint.
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REJOICE, FOR THE BOSS IS BLOND AGAIN! Those of you who know him will recall that last Halloween, he wanted to go sort of "Goth", so I said sure, why not, and helped him apply a semi-permanent black dye to his medium-blond hair. Only when you put black onto blond, it doesn't fade in 28 washes (as opposed to when you apply it to the wiry grays of someone who was born in the 1960s, in which case it lasts for a week or two, tops). He liked it, though - it was a change for him. I privately wept at his new look but figured eventually he would outgrow it... which he finally did, yesterday. He ASKED ME to cut his hair all the way down to the blond. So now it's short and you can see his beautiful blue eyes again and he posted it on Facebook and his friends were all THANK YOU! and What took so long? and Yaaaay, your hair's back!.
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SPRING IS NIGH. We survived February with its insulting extra day, and now the daffodils are blooming and forsythia is coming out and choruses of birds are chirping in tight harmony and this weekend we lose an hour but who cares, because we get extra daylight in the evening and the sun will set here on Sunday just after 7:00 p.m. and friends, if that isn't something to celebrate then I don't know what is.
