Summer dress, makes you more beautiful than the rest

We rid ourselves of two mice the other night. Baby Boy Z took care of the first one and Janelle disposed of the second. Their eviction was long overdue and I'm hoping there aren't more roaming around the house, but, let's face it, there probably are.

So, I'm petting Pooch Edward Bottoms in the kitchen, Janelle's heating soup on the stove, and I hear a skittering sound behind the stove, one of the hangouts of the mice. PEB heard it, too, and rushed over to the table in the corner. He had caught one before, but it got away. Will he be a bridesmaid once again, or will he seal the deal? He waited the bugger out. I moved the bread maker out of his way, giving him more room to operate. A few minutes went by and then, suddenly, he pounced! I could tell by the squealing that he caught the mouse. He brought it into the living room and poked and prodded it. It was then that I felt bad for the mouse, despite the aggravation it and its brethren had been causing. Baby Boy Z was killing it slowly and the abiding image I have is of the poor little mouse on its back in agony. The thought crossed my mind to intervene, but I begged off, deciding to let nature, as brutal as it can be, take its course. And, besides, my interference could have been demoralizing to the baby boy, who, after days and days of frustration, finally caught his prey. Still, I would have preferred a different outcome, but at least we were down a mouse.

The second capture occurred not long after. Janelle went to grab a bagel and discovered another mouse inside the bag. Wanting to avoid more carnage, she brought the bag outside. These mice had become brazen. Initially, they operated under the cover of darkness while we slept. Lately, they've relaxed their caution to their peril. Maybe now, if there are any left, they'll take heed of Baby Boy Z, mouser extraordinaire.

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A fine weekend. Last night, Janelle, Aviv, and I went up to Tracy and Ray's house in New Hampshire for a dinner party. In attendance were Rachael, Mike, Shane, and Jenni. After some delicious Middle Eastern food and wine, we played Cranium. Many laughs with some great people. It went late, which was a testament to the good time we were all having. Tracy was shocked that it was approaching midnight when things began to wrap up. Even the kids were still up, which, for them, was a new experience.

I began today by making some maple bacon and eggs. I never eat bacon, but I figured it would be a good occasion to have some, since Spira was coming by to eat. Say what you want about it, but there is little else that incites hunger as forcibly as the way bacon does as it's being cooked.
That being said, it's not a food I'll be eating for a while. Don't tell Pooch Edward that; he was entranced by the whole bacon experience.

After breakfast, Janelle, Aviv, Spira, and I went over to the Capitol Theatre to watch Seven Samurai. One of my all time favorites and I finally got to see it on the big screen. Scratch one of the bucket list.

Back at home, I was able to catch most of the second half of the Celtics/Lakers game. The C's brought the ruckus. Sorry Kobe, not today.

Been chugging through Fowle's A Maggot. So far, an enriching read.

More snow is on the way. I hear we could get significant amounts. It's becoming a problem, all of this snow. Where to put it is the central issue. Spring, hurry thine ass up!

Ok, I'm done with you.
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