  Happy Thanksgiving (belated, of course)! Happy December! Well, it's been a weird day. I got home yesterday from a great weekend with my family. Truly a nice time away from my life of work and all that goes with being an adult. :-) I hung out with Renee, played Monopoly--kicked her ass!
!, watched something on TV, and then went to bed. This morning, I slept past my alarm but didn't care. I called work to let them know that I would be in between 9:30 and 10 because I had errands to run--bank to deposit the check my parents gave me (finally they're almost finished paying me off!!! ) and to the post office to get stamps. The holiday stamps this year are snowmen. I am not sure how I feel about them, though.
At least I have them so I can send my 50+ Christmas cards soon. Well, anyway...I got up and was JUST about to get into the shower when Renee screamed my name from the livingroom. I walked out and she said "What should we do with it? It's right there and they're knocking everything down. " I was like "What is it? " Well, it was a baby mouse.
Yes, lovely, right? It was adorable, though. Anyway, Maya was trying to catch it and she just wouldn't give up. She was about 6 inches too short, standing on the speaker on her hind legs, stretching her front legs all the way up, towards the ceiling tile. The mouse was sitting with its little tail hanging down from the metal part that keeps the tiles together. We have that cheesy kind of ceiling that's made up of those icky white tiles and we have the flourscent light panels.
Yummy...anyway, it was strange. The poor little mouse was just making itself as small as possible. It was so adorable! Anyway, we now know that Maya is definitely our little "mouser" because Yuki and Max were ignoring it. Max was asleep on the tower and Yuki was sitting, watching the situation unfold, occasionally bathing herself. So, I finally managed to get Maya away from the entertainment center and into the diningroom to forget about the baby mouse (it was just about an inch and a half or MAYBE two inches and it had fur...the tail was longer than the mouse!!
) ... I tapped on the wall and it ran, but the wrong way (towards the part of the ceiling tile that met the metal part again) so, I then tapped the side behind it. Finally, the little thing turned around and had its little face towards us (whiskers twitching and everything!!! ) and then made its way back into the ceiling, where, I am afraid to say, it was met by a family of at least 2 other mice. I saw little heads and tails greet it and then they ran together. So, we definitely have to get ourselves some canisters.
Metal or glass. We can coexist with them but I am telling you, it makes me kind of nervous. I don't know why. I mean, they're cute and I hate the thought of killing them or trapping them. So, the first two casualties are probably now survived by at least 10 others. Isn't that a fun thought?
Our walls will become invested. Um, at least they're not bugs, snakes, or rats. THAT would make me truly disgusted and nervous. So, the mouse situation was solved. I took my shower. I then went to the post office and bought stamps and to the bank.
First, though, I got gas. My tank was empty on the way home! Oops. I arrived at work to check my 63 e-mail messages. I read one from Melissa saying: Hey... I just tried calling you guys at the house like a million times but no one's picking up (no answering machine either).
I just got back from ICU at UMASS Medical, where my father is. He got into a car crash at 2 a.m. yesterday morning. He's on a ventilator and everything. More later, I guess, when I get back. Whoa. That freaked me out to no end.
She's not exactly close to him but it's still her father, you know? Wow. That poor girl. I can only imagine what it must be like. Poor, poor thing. Okay, well, I checked my other messages.
Nothing huge. Okay, working, working, working...la la la... Just about to start my blog during my mini-lunch break. Phone rings. It's Melissa. My stomach dropped. Rightfully so, it turns out.
I asked her how she was and she said she'd been better. Well, her car went off the road outside of Syracuse and she doesn't have AAA (yet). THANKFULLY she and her car are both okay and no other cars were involved. I can't imagine. At least Renee gave her the cell phone to use in case of an emergency. Poor, poor Melissa.
I think I should take her out to dinner tonight. Somewhere nice. Of course, I don't know what time she'll get home now that she's waiting in the snow for a tow truck to come and help her. I hope there isn't any damage to that car. That would be the last thing she'd need. If her father does die, I would take her home for the funeral.
I would hope that work woudl understand. It's so sad. Poor, poor Melissa. Well, that's that. Back to work. It's still snowing here.
I am going to check the radar to see what time to expect her, i.e. how much snow is falling between Utica and here. 
