A Crappy Week And Some Big News

Spring Break 2011 is officially over.

It was a crazy busy week, and I think I might have spent at least half of it in the bathroom.

I won’t go into detail except to say that a crazy vicious virus claimed three of us within a week. Alex kicked the shin-dig off with five days of crappy behavior, and then once we were in New York, the crap hit the fan and it took me hostage for three days, and then, just before rounding the week out, Stevie found himself victim to it’s cousin. I am hoping we are all on the mend and it would be just great if it would bypass McDaddy because another victim would mean a whole ‘nother chance to catch it again.

It might surprise you to read that we took a little trip to New York over Spring Break. I am under strict orders from McDaddy to not “announce on the blog” that we’re out of town, because, you know, there are predators out there just waiting and watching for you to leave your home long enough for them to get all up in your stuff and steal it. So, it’s probably a good thing I was too sick to blog while we were away because that way I didn’t have to worry about it.

And before you get too jealous about my being in New York over Spring Break, I should tell you that it was 36 degrees, cold, windy and rainy the entire four days we visited. So there. Still, it was fun to get away with my fellas and not have to worry about cooking and cleaning for a few days.

Not that I worry a whole lot about the cooking part anyway, but still.

I do have some big news to share though. 

First of all let me just remind y’all that I like to push the envelope around here. I debated about how to announce this next tidbit and I want you to know that I thought long and hard about how to tell y’all about it. There are several parts of the story that I haven’t shared yet, and now that I’m feeling better and have the time to tell it properly, I thought this was as good a time as any to let y’all in on it.

Last Saturday morning  I opened a bottom cabinet to get my griddle out because my people wanted some pancakes for breakfast. As I retrieved the griddle, I noticed several white plastic pieces covering the bottom of the counter. It seems that our friend, the mouse, had returned and found a bottle of mouse attractant. As it turns out, mouse attractant does just that. After gnawing the lid off of the bottle, the little joker “left his mark” (as if I hadn’t seen enough of that between all of us being sick) in the cabinet. McDaddy and I spent the next hour cleaning the cabinet out and running every. single. thing. in the cabinet through the dishwasher. Determined to catch the sucker, I left all of the serving dishes and stuff from the cabinet sprawled out on our dining room table. I Lysoled the inside of the cabinet FOUR! times and then McDaddy set two traps and poured a generous helping of mouse attractant on them because when something chews the lid off, it tends to just pour out of the bottle.

THEN.

Then, I had to come up with a place to store ten peanut butter Easter Eggs that I needed to deliver to my friend April when we returned from our trip. I decided to put them on a cardboard box lid and place them in the oven, out of sight and smell from the mouse.

This next part is where it gets tricky.

I’ll just go ahead and tell you that if you are squeamish, or if you are eating, or you get grossed out easily, you might want to skip this next part.

Because look what happened while we were gone?

Remember, I gave you fair warning.

I whooped and hollered when I discovered what had happened. I might even have texted the picture to a couple of friends with the caption, “R.I.P. Sucker” too. He was an uninvited intruder in our home and I was sick and tired of wondering where he (or she) was.

And, if that’s not enough… The next evening I was getting an early start on the Easter baking and preheated the oven. About 9.3 minutes later, there was an awful smell filling my house. The smell of something burning. I opened the oven to discover this site….

For those of you keeping score, that’s ten Easter eggs at $3.25 a pop, absolutely ruined.

Dang.

It’s a wonder I didn’t burn the friggin’ house down.