I should try out for the Globetrotters
Seriously, between October 3 and November 3, I've spent more time on airplanes and in airports than a person really should in the month.
First, I flew to Toronto for my very first business trip. I was excited. True, I was in the country for less than 36 hours, but I had a good time. I visited a movie set, interviewed some kids you've probably never heard of since you're not a 'tween girl (Yes, I just used the word 'tween.), walked around downtown Toronto for a little while and then spent the evening lying in bed watching CSI and Ugly Betty. Getting up at 3:30 am to catch my 6 am flight and going straight to work wasn't so fun, but I didn't mind. I was on a business trip!
Then, I flew to St. Louis to visit Jules and go to Mizzou's homecoming. This trip was longer and a lot more fun. It involved less work, more friends and plenty of time at The Berg. We snuck into the remodeled FARC, and it's just not the same. It's way to nice and clean, and there isn't a single mural in the second floor lounge.
Finally, last Thursday, I flew to Salt Lake City. The flight there is almost as long as the flight to Ireland, and I think we all know where I'd rather be going. This was another work trip, but it wasn't quite as exciting. I stayed in a nicer hotel, but I was in the city for a grand total of 24 hours. I spent eight of that sleeping and another 7 in the airport. The rest I spent interviewing teenage actor and watching them film a movie. I flew home on a red-eye, which is one of the worst inventions ever. Although it wasn't as painful as the flight there. One, it was an hour shorter, and, two, this time there wasn't a Mormon missionary sitting at the end of my row and touching himself inappropriately under his tray-table while looking at porn on his laptop. Yes, you read that right.
After all that, I'm ready for a break. And a nap.
Smooth move
Saturday night, I slipped down a short flight of steps and managed to chip one of the bones in my toe. It swelled up and turned this lovely purple shade by the next morning, so now I get to sport one of those sexy blue surgical booties. Come on, you know you're jealous.
Mouse of horrors
I missed Halloween, but this would have been the perfect blog entry for the holiday. At the beginning of October, a family of mice tried to move into our apartment. Luckily, I was out of town for the first arrival. I have caught a live mouse in a bowl before, but I'm not sure I could have handled this one. (Warning: This story is not for the faint of heart or people who like mice.)
The Boy got up in the morning and went to take a shower. He's pretty blind without his glasses, so he didn't notice the mouse in the tub until he'd already gotten in the shower. Yep. A mouse. In the shower. Once he noticed the mouse, The Boy turned off the water, got out of the shower and grabbed the first thing he could find. This turned out to be a hammer from the closet right outside our bathroom, so he killed the mouse with the hammer and flushed it down the toilet. Take a moment to get over how gross that is, and then you'll realized it's actually kind of funny. Picture it. My naked boyfriend swinging a hammer at a mouse in a bathtub. It's like a scene out of an art movie.
We caught three more mice that weekend (with regular mouse traps), and our landlord sent over an exterminator. I'm hoping that does the trick. I'm still a little afraid that I'm going to find another mouse in the bathtub when I go to take my shower in the morning.
Seriously, between October 3 and November 3, I've spent more time on airplanes and in airports than a person really should in the month.
First, I flew to Toronto for my very first business trip. I was excited. True, I was in the country for less than 36 hours, but I had a good time. I visited a movie set, interviewed some kids you've probably never heard of since you're not a 'tween girl (Yes, I just used the word 'tween.), walked around downtown Toronto for a little while and then spent the evening lying in bed watching CSI and Ugly Betty. Getting up at 3:30 am to catch my 6 am flight and going straight to work wasn't so fun, but I didn't mind. I was on a business trip!
Then, I flew to St. Louis to visit Jules and go to Mizzou's homecoming. This trip was longer and a lot more fun. It involved less work, more friends and plenty of time at The Berg. We snuck into the remodeled FARC, and it's just not the same. It's way to nice and clean, and there isn't a single mural in the second floor lounge.
Finally, last Thursday, I flew to Salt Lake City. The flight there is almost as long as the flight to Ireland, and I think we all know where I'd rather be going. This was another work trip, but it wasn't quite as exciting. I stayed in a nicer hotel, but I was in the city for a grand total of 24 hours. I spent eight of that sleeping and another 7 in the airport. The rest I spent interviewing teenage actor and watching them film a movie. I flew home on a red-eye, which is one of the worst inventions ever. Although it wasn't as painful as the flight there. One, it was an hour shorter, and, two, this time there wasn't a Mormon missionary sitting at the end of my row and touching himself inappropriately under his tray-table while looking at porn on his laptop. Yes, you read that right.
After all that, I'm ready for a break. And a nap.
Smooth move
Saturday night, I slipped down a short flight of steps and managed to chip one of the bones in my toe. It swelled up and turned this lovely purple shade by the next morning, so now I get to sport one of those sexy blue surgical booties. Come on, you know you're jealous.
Mouse of horrors
I missed Halloween, but this would have been the perfect blog entry for the holiday. At the beginning of October, a family of mice tried to move into our apartment. Luckily, I was out of town for the first arrival. I have caught a live mouse in a bowl before, but I'm not sure I could have handled this one. (Warning: This story is not for the faint of heart or people who like mice.)
The Boy got up in the morning and went to take a shower. He's pretty blind without his glasses, so he didn't notice the mouse in the tub until he'd already gotten in the shower. Yep. A mouse. In the shower. Once he noticed the mouse, The Boy turned off the water, got out of the shower and grabbed the first thing he could find. This turned out to be a hammer from the closet right outside our bathroom, so he killed the mouse with the hammer and flushed it down the toilet. Take a moment to get over how gross that is, and then you'll realized it's actually kind of funny. Picture it. My naked boyfriend swinging a hammer at a mouse in a bathtub. It's like a scene out of an art movie.
We caught three more mice that weekend (with regular mouse traps), and our landlord sent over an exterminator. I'm hoping that does the trick. I'm still a little afraid that I'm going to find another mouse in the bathtub when I go to take my shower in the morning.
2 Comments:
Great. Until I read this post, I was under the assumption that the mice couldn't get into the bathtub because their little claws couldn't get a good enough grip on the porcelain to climb in. I am not safe anywhere!
P.S. I also had a mouse invade my beach bungalow in Thailand. Seriously, when will it end??
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Anonymous, at 4:31 PM
That's what I thought, too, so I'm not sure how it managed to get in. I'm voting for either climbing the shower curtain or taking a flying leap off of the sink because it definitely couldn't get out once it got in.
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Anne, at 7:51 PM
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