CATS?

This is Tony the Tiger! Let's get something straight. HE'S USELESS! I took this picture of him this morning after my nervous breakdown. We are talking a serious hyperventilating schitzoembolism!! It was almost as bad as the time the gnomes in the cave at Rock City started chasing me during a horrible episode with claustrophobia. I don't think I blogged back then, it was several years ago, but Jeff was very busy snapping pictures of me laying on the ground outside of the cave crying and unable to breathe. Yep, that was a great moment for me in a public place. Note to self, Kacy, claustrophobics CAN'T explore caves. ANYWAY, today I discovered I'm deathly afraid of mice. I've never liked them and I've always known that, but something was different about it today. My whole body hurts tonight from this morning's episode.

It started innocently enough. I was laying in bed with Savannah in her room and realized that I hadn't made her curtain for her closet door. With the kids rooms being so small, SavyG and I decided to place her bed in a manner that interfered with her closet door so we just took it down. I was supposed to have made a "curtain" to go on her closet that matches her duvet. It would take me all of 30 minutes to make. The hard part would be cleaning off my "sewing table" in order to make it. Do you remember the pics from yesterday of my soon to be breakfast room? Yeah, that was my "sewing table" with all of the food on it. That means putting all of Jeff's tools on the card table, all of the food on the smaller folding table and freeing up my big folding table. No big deal, right? Well, sort of, but it needed to be done anyway and then I could spend this rainy day at home with the kids actually getting a few more things accomplished.

So, Jeff and I head into the "breakfast room" and start looking around. I head for one corner to start and he heads across the room. All of a sudden, there is a rodent running around the corner I was in. He looked at me with his beady little eyes and started running back and forth. I screamed bloody murder and took off running just in time for Jeff to catch a glimpse of him. After spending about 5 minutes regaining my composure and Jeff searching for Mr. Mouse.....

he sets a trap and convinces me we WON'T see him again until he is dead. He told me mice don't want to be around people and was pretty sure that my shrill scared him far into hiding. Still determined to accomplish my tasks for the day, I entered the room again. I was a little leery, but I decided I could do this. I was standing in the door looking around and Jeff lifts up Savannah's white board and that furry little son of a gun ran out and ran into my foot (thank you Lord for telling me to put my tennis shoes on this morning) and then took back off toward Jeff. I lost it!! I ran out outside screaming and just broke down into full on sobs. It took Savannah several minutes and a lot of coaxing in the rain to even get me back in the house. I don't know what happened, but I snapped.

Izzy never moved....

Jeff set more traps...

and I haven't stepped foot back in that room. After several hours, no mouse. We decided that maybe if we left, he would fall for the ole trap, so guess where we went....TO BUY MORE TRAPS! We were gone for about three hours and when we got home, NOTHING. Where is he? All I know is that he isn't dead! SO, I'm in the bed! Obviously, none of my animals are interested in finding that little critter so I'm gonna have to rely on the trap! Until then, SavyG and I are camping out in my bed.

I tried my hand at a little nail art tonight for her...

Black & Blue. I think she is channeling her inner Goth. I have a little myself. I LOVE dark nails.

That's all I've got for today. My "episode" has left me exhausted tonight and Savannah wants me to teach her to French Braid. How do you teach someone on their own head? Nobody else in this house has hair long enough to braid, much less French Braid. What's sad is that I could probably braid the hair on my legs before I could on my head. There used to be a day in my life I couldn't handle going more than one day without shaving my legs. Humm, I wonder what happened to those days?

Peace,
Kacy

P.S. Does anyone see a trend in my husbands attire? Jeff, besides the fact that you have a 10 year old daughter running around who thinks nothing of telling you to put your nuts away, you also have a wife who snaps pictures of you and puts them on the Internet. I bought you some "sleep" shorts...please put them on.

P.S.S. I got some yummy fabric samples today for some curtains for that breakfast room. Survey tomorrow....I like both of them. I need a consensus.