You see we have mice. Just two. (So far) And the thought of them squeaking around with their nasty little whiskers and their horrible little tails (oops might have borrowed that one from Queenie in Blackadder) makes me feel so queasy I can't eat at home. I can't go near the pantry. Or cook anything. My husband has lost weight too because I have thrown out all the dry goods (carbs) in the pantry. Everything - even the cereal - is now in the fridge. But we know those crafty little creatures are in my kitchen wall...and always on my mind...
|Where are you?|
But wait: could this be the ultimate brilliant idea for a Fat Farm? The one that launches me into scrillionaire-dom. Yesterday my sister in New Zealand broke the news that my lotto ticket was not the winner. Again? Come on! I'm not a millionaire - again? So looks like I'm going to have to do it for myself. What about a "resort" island where your bungalow is infested with your worst fears. How much do you think I could charge for that?
Last Monday Tallulah walked into the pantry to see two of the little buggers. All the kids screamed and I wouldn't come down from the bedroom. Jackson obviously inherited my terrible fear, because when his phone in his back pocket vibrated he thought it was a mouse and leaped, ran and screamed! He implored me: "Please don't tell the blog about the mice, people will think we're disgusting."
Maybe I could take my mind off the mice by going out to lunch. What shall I wear? I decided to build two outfits around the jeans I bought on Monday. My old jeans were too low cut and everyone was very weary and not a little repulsed by that dreaded whale tale reveal. How many times did my kids beseech me: "Mum pull up your pants!" On Monday when I saw these higher cut AG skinnies and boot cuts at my favourite Oakland store Iniam - I knew it was the truest Valentine love story.
I'm not a going-out-to-lunch person (though I would like to be!) so you choose. First is my Vince jacket outfit the second is my Kate Spade cardy.
Uh-oh! Because I'm not a lunchie lady I can't track down anyone to go with. ...Guess I'll just sit here...with my blimin' mice.
To take my mind off the guests that never leave please, please let me know what you're up to this weekend!