There seem to be many blogs that comment on life as a parent, and it was wonderful to hear Givinya's news about the expected arrival of Thingamababy later this year.
It's interesting that I had a dream last week that I'd posted about being pregnant before telling my Mum. The thing that perturbed me most was not that I was pregnant, nor that I hadn't told my Mum before blogging about it, but that I used the term "expecting". I can't actually see any situation where I would use that word in conversation or writing.
Now I've probably got everyone very excited by the title of this post. My Mum is probably disgusted that I'd post on such a topic without talking to her first. So I'd just like to clarify that I am not in anyway expectant, pregnant, up the duff, with a bun in the oven, neither have I sprained my ankle, nor am I increasing.
We have a mouse. Living in the pantry. My Beloved did have him by the tail one day, but couldn't get a good grip and the little blighter disappeared into the back of the shelf.
I don't want to kill him necessarily, but I do want him gone.
I haven't heard any scurrying in the last couple of days, but the trap hasn't been used. I hope he hasn't died somewhere up the back. What's the chance that I'm looking forward to cleaning out the pantry and putting all the food into mouse-proof containers?
... Approximately None.
Watching Him Do What He Does by The Pioneer Woman
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