Yeah OK, it's been a crazy week. I'm gearing up, getting ready to head out to the Culinary Institute for my week-long Boot Camp this upcoming week - during which I plan to keep my blog active (as much as possible, unless I completely zonk out at the end of each long day). And with deadlines, events, and all other things going on, I haven't kept my blog up as much as I would have liked. Highlights of the week? Two things - I got a chance to meet up with my friend Melissa, as she and her husband have just moved into town, not far from where we live. So very exciting! She is perhaps the only one of my college friends who could make sense of and laugh at my funny haha: My OB had told me, he would prefer that I not travel via plane, because he'd prefer that he not have to name a child Dulles; to which I thought, hell Dulles no, we'd name it Eero! Ha HA! We met up on Thursday at a local pub, for some grub, and had a great time catching up. Cookingwise, not much going on - there were two PB/honey sandwich evenings, 1 cheesesteak lunch, 1 pizza dinner, and my evening with Melissa was dressed up with steamed shrimps with spices (yum!) and buffalo wings (double yum, though to much to eat!). It didn't help that it was 35 cent buffalo wing night, and now, I've got that on my radar (DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!). Yup, my crazy eat out or badly each night week. Gotta have it some time.
The other highlight was my date afternoon with Hubby - I took off early yesterday, told the bosses I was playing hookie to hang out with Hubby after not having seen him for a good part of 3 weeks as he was cranking on his deadline at work. Good "have fun!" and "good luck next week!"'s later, I was home, around 3, and we planned out our afternoon. A stop at a museum, a couple of errands, and dinner somewhere - that's all we really planned. More or less, it was just nice to hang out with him, as I will be gone for the entirety of the week. We stopped by the Hirshhorn, to see what they were showing, in some misty rain. We then headed to the Sign of the Whale, where my alma mater is planning to have their event to welcome the local alumni of the Class of 2006 this week, so that I could work out the selection of appetizers with the manager in time for the event (which, alas, I will miss). We met Vito - fantastic guy, warm, hearty, with that deep laughter you can expect from someone who has seen the good and bad in life. So that got worked out, and then we headed to Georgetown to do a little shopping and to grab some grub. We had Thai last night, I some pad thai, Hubby some panang curry. Good food all around, albeit too much pad thai for me, but hey, there's a meal Hubby can have some time this week.
So we come to this morning. I was ready to head out and run a couple of errands before beginning my trip northward (yes, I know, Boot Camp doesn't start until Monday, but a long drive straight up without any stops didn't really appeal to me). I reached into my work bag, which I set on our dining chair, away from any walls, and what to my surprise? Said mouse has found a way to get his sorry little ass onto the chair, into my bag, to nab some bites out of my apple. OK, normally, my buddhist being says, "Be kind, be gentle, live, and let live." I should know this - in the past, when we've had other mice in the, um, hise, before I told Hubby what predicament we've walked into, I've thought up a name for the little critter(s), drawn up a story (HIS NAME IS WILBUR HE'S THE YOUNGEST OF 16 HAS HUGE BROWN INNOCENT EYES AND HAS A MATE AND HAS JUST HAD 20 LITTLE ONES PLEASE DON'T NAB HIM HE'S JUST LOOKING FOR THE LITTLE MORSELS LEFT ON OUR LITTLE KITCHEN RUG!!), to which Hubby would glare at me, as having given a creature a name makes it just that much more difficult to prepare the guillotine.
I'd strut away from the icy glare, proud of my accomplishment in allowing another little creature to live among us through, usually, the coldest months, during which there is no food to be found outside. Alas, this time, I am sure it is not Wilbur (as we have nabbed a couple of mice in the past, since they keep making it a habit to eat my vegetable seeds that I was trying to start for planting outside). The story of Wilbur - he really was a cute mouse, wasn't afraid, would come within a foot of my foot in the kitchen to beg for some little morsels from my cooking. I'd "accidentally" let some pieces of vegetable fall to the floor, or some little bit of bread, and off he'd go, stashing it in his mouth, and to his home in our home. Then there was Eliza, who was a scaredy mouse, peeked out at us once in a while, didn't dare make full body show. She didn't last long before we nabbed her.
This time around, things are different. It started innocently enough - the mouse or mice ate my seeds that I was trying to start in an egg crate on the floor for the winter season (beets, eggplant, squash). And then, they moved to my apples on the countertop. I would have these apples for one of my 6 daily meals, you see - so when they do a little bit, off went one of my meals. Eat preggie's food, get thrown in the slammer - that rule now dictates the pattern of food in the house. The day of reckoning has come - but Hubby is making it easy on me, as he is planning to set out traps while I am gone. In the mean time, all of our countertop food has moved to the center island, and here's to hoping said Maus does not learn how to become Sir Mausmund Hillary before we nab them - hopefully, before I return.
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