Friday, January 23, 2009

The Patter of Little Feet

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.


Lilly's Life said...

LOL great post and you had your mum all excited too! Yes, I can't imagine using the expectant word in relation to being preganant anymore either. Its quite funny when you think of all the term used.

rhubarbwhine said...

I'll give you a hand with the pantry. I love doing that sort of stuff. I am an organising junkie.

Femina said...

At least you - or your dream-self - didn't say you were "in the family way" or worse, "entering your confinement".

Hippomanic Jen said...

Update - the bait has been eaten off the trap. I guess he's still there after all.

Thanks Lilly for commenting on the list of euphemisms and Femina for expanding it. Are there any more we've missed?

And rhubarb whine - you're on! Do you accept mango as wages?

Femina said...

"Bun in the oven"?

My rat poison has been extensively nibbled now too.

Death to Rodentkind... bwahahaha!

Dee from Downunder said...

I have good luck with those mesh mouse cages you can get at the hardware store, the mouse goes in the top and cant get back out, you just have to realease it somewhere "far away" afterwards.

•´.¸¸.•¨¯`♥.Trish.♥´¯¨•.¸¸.´• said...

LOL - no more patters of little feet here (except the the four we have already)
We have a mouse (? mice) in the extra pantry we have in the garage.
He has been feasting on sealed packets (candy canes / left over fruit mince tarts /chlli and sour cream thin rice cakes [stale at that] ) Gourmet variety in our pantry. We set a trap tonight and I am not going to be the one to .... eeewww