Sunday, September 23, 2007
P.S.
Did I mention he pooped in my SHOES??? Thank God for T.J. Maax or I might've paid full price for those!!! Die, Leopold, Die!
To catch a mouse...
Press Release, Associated Press
Boston, MA-This morning at approximately 2 am, residents Phil and Laura Saylor finally captured "Leopold", the supermouse, mouse of all mice, and fearless spawn of the dozens of droppings which have been driving them all but OUT OF OUR MINDS for the past three months. Caloo Calay, how they chortled in their bed to hear him squeal as his little foot finally stuck fast in one RAT-sized glue trap purchased at none other than an industrial size Chinese food service supply store yesterday.
Laura Saylor commented: "If you want to catch a mouse, my friends, the Chinese food supply industry is the place to turn for proper trappage."
The Saylor's mouse-fiend, a rodent smarter then a grown man with an M.D. and his dauntless wife, was sage enough to avoid any contraption that even sniffed of a live release. His demise followed seven sorts of traps set in approximately 30 locations in their Brookline apartment, at least that many types of bait, and frantic prayers stopping just shy of an exorcism.
Philip and Laura wonder what will fill the deep void left at his passing. They are considering investing time previously spent disinfecting their counters, floors, and consequently raw hands into blogging. They fear, however, that their readers may be overwhelmed with the deluge of musings and may thus opt for watching lame t.v. instead.
Boston, MA-This morning at approximately 2 am, residents Phil and Laura Saylor finally captured "Leopold", the supermouse, mouse of all mice, and fearless spawn of the dozens of droppings which have been driving them all but OUT OF OUR MINDS for the past three months. Caloo Calay, how they chortled in their bed to hear him squeal as his little foot finally stuck fast in one RAT-sized glue trap purchased at none other than an industrial size Chinese food service supply store yesterday.
Laura Saylor commented: "If you want to catch a mouse, my friends, the Chinese food supply industry is the place to turn for proper trappage."
The Saylor's mouse-fiend, a rodent smarter then a grown man with an M.D. and his dauntless wife, was sage enough to avoid any contraption that even sniffed of a live release. His demise followed seven sorts of traps set in approximately 30 locations in their Brookline apartment, at least that many types of bait, and frantic prayers stopping just shy of an exorcism.
Philip and Laura wonder what will fill the deep void left at his passing. They are considering investing time previously spent disinfecting their counters, floors, and consequently raw hands into blogging. They fear, however, that their readers may be overwhelmed with the deluge of musings and may thus opt for watching lame t.v. instead.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Late summer New England...
Oh my Lord, what a beautiful day! There is a faint, sweet smell of spices and soup in the air and the breeze is carrying it into my window. Signs of early fall have begun and appropriately, it has begun gently so we are able to appreciate each drop in degree. Thank God, the humidity has ceased! The air is cool and the sun is muted, creating one of those cloudless skies of DEEP blue that rarely exist (I never saw one the whole three years I lived in San Diego). The trees are yellowing at their edges, but the leafy bows hold on to their adornment in the breeze. Nothing is falling yet. The wind is crisp and clean and full of joy!
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