Blondie

When my eyes flitted open this morning, one of the first thoughts I had was, Boy, I need to blog! I get going in several directions, time slips by, and I realize it's been a week or two. As much as I hope not do disappoint my readers, the biggest part of why I blog is for me. It's my purest form of joy in my writing. I do it completely for fun and when too much time goes by, I start to miss it.

I got up on time and stumbled down the hallway to the kitchen to get a cup o' joe (Definitely can't blog without coffee) and I heard my little dog, Bogey, crunching on his dog food. No problems there except Bogey was sitting at my feet. Just then I saw the mouse dart behind the china cabinet. What is it with me and mice??!! I've just got to get me a cat!

I remembered that there's a mouse trap under the kitchen sink, but it's the "old" style and not those new ones that you just squeeze together like a big clamp. I decided I better push past my freak out point, get that trap, and set it. (My OCD gets really unhappy when I have to touch things like mouse traps with my actual hands. How gross!) Then, by good fortune, I found another trap and managed to get it set as well.

By now, I'm getting a little cranky because not only have I not got to the coffee pot, but I've spent the first 15 minutes of my precious blogging time setting (and touching) mouse traps. As I lined the traps along the pathway between where the mouse is hiding and Bogey's dog food, a song comes to mind.

"One way, or another...I'm gunna get ya, get ya, I'll get ya, get ya get ya, get ya,....