Here's an example of what happens when you live with these crazy people for a long time:
This morning, after having abused the snooze button on my alarm clock for nearly an hour, I did manage to make it into the shower. Afterwards, I realized that I had, in my stupor of the night before, completely neglected to bring my laundry in off the line. (Isn't it grand--hanging laundry out in October?) So, I paraded out into the driveway in my post-shower attire, or lack thereof and proceeded to pick out the clothes I wanted to wear. Int he process, I noticed that the stars were still out and in full force and stopped to gaze at them for a while, thinking, "Golly, even though we're in congested NE OHio, and surrounded by light pollution, I can still see many of these things we call stars. Wish I knew more constellations. Wish our garage wasn't in the way. (Side thought--we may only have to wait a few short months until our garage isn't in the way anymore. It's not the most structurally sound thing in the world.) At this point, I realized that I was butt-naked in the driveway, clutching an armful of clothes and should probably head back inside.
That said, I think I'll move on.
I don't think we have any mice. Though, sitting on aforementioned sectional couch last night, I was positive that I heard the return of The Creature Within the Walls. We have this pesky non-paying housemate who takes up residence in the winter months. SO far, our landlord's solution has been to randomly place sonic devices (I don't know that they actually do anyhting. I think he got suckered by some salesman.) around the house and attach them with velcro so they occasionally come crashing down on our heads. I think he's got a deal with The Creature Within The Walls and is trying to get rid of us instead.
You know, I've realized something else. We all write in really long sentences. Some of the uneducated masses might say that we're wordy. Screw them.
You know, I'm rambling.
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