Where's my weekend?

The hour that I planned to spend in the garage turned to four.

( more than you probably want to know about my garage )

I want a weekend. I spent two days wrestling with house crap, lost a bloody hour along the way, and have now settled down for a quiet balance of the weekend and I should write and I'm tired, dammit. I want two more days.

Where's my weekend?

The hour that I planned to spend in the garage turned to four.

( more than you probably want to know about my garage )

I want a weekend. I spent two days wrestling with house crap, lost a bloody hour along the way, and have now settled down for a quiet balance of the weekend and I should write and I'm tired, dammit. I want two more days.

Bourne

That's the name I've given to the remaining mouse. It apparently figured out how to get in the trap and grab peanut butter, then get out again. Either one of the entry ramps got stuck, or Bourne is long enough to hold the ramp down while it eats.

Took another ex-mouse away from Gaby. I should just turn her loose in the garage for a day.

She's a mess. She has this Mud Manchu 'stache that she won't let me wipe away. The ends flap around like beads every time she shakes her head.

Bourne

That's the name I've given to the remaining mouse. It apparently figured out how to get in the trap and grab peanut butter, then get out again. Either one of the entry ramps got stuck, or Bourne is long enough to hold the ramp down while it eats.

Took another ex-mouse away from Gaby. I should just turn her loose in the garage for a day.

She's a mess. She has this Mud Manchu 'stache that she won't let me wipe away. The ends flap around like beads every time she shakes her head.