The Mouse in the House

We have a mouse. At least one, I think it’s safe to assume it’s not alone. It came out last night just as I was thinking to go to bed. As usually happens with mice, toads and other creepy jumpy creatures, I saw it out of the corner of my eye and then turned just in time to see it scamper under some of the boxes all over the apartment. So my packing is benefiting the rodent population. Todd called it Disneyland for Mice.

I talked to my Mom yesterday, she says she will bring the truck down, leaving Monday, if Graham hasn’t already come down by then. Graham, my brother, is involved in a real estate deal he needs to finish before he can leave. But he does want to come down. Mom says he is looking forward to some time away from Liz, his current girlfriend. Sad to hear that, we all were hoping this would be his big break away from psycho Cheryl, the one who likes to give us death threats and come over to the house and attack people when she isn’t stealing Mom’s antiques. Cheryl should be locked up in an insane asylum, she was for awhile but Graham sponsored her and they let her out again. We don’t know why he keeps going back for more. The fight and beat each other and she just hangs on like a blood sucking leech.

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