My husband was perplexed the other day when he found mouse droppings in our house.
I was far less perplexed after noticing a significant collection of Cheese Nip crumbs scattered under the kitchen table.
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My husband was perplexed the other day when he found mouse droppings in our house.
I was far less perplexed after noticing a significant collection of Cheese Nip crumbs scattered under the kitchen table.
Like every year, Dan Kellog, composer extraordinaire, has people over to enjoy his home theatre. This year’s feature: Star Wars: Episode 4. The original. The classic.
Because my boyfriend Mike arguably looks an awful lot like young Luke Skywalker, Dan suggested that he dress up for the event as Luke Skywalker.
Which of course evolves into the demand that I be Princess Leia.
And that is why I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my rather short hair in two pitiful pigtails, with two English muffins plastered to the sides of my head to pose as makeshift “buns.”
Augh. I think I have crumbs in my ears …