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Ok, my mood is over, so now I'm excited again. I bought a MOTORCYCLE!!! It's a 1998 Kawasaki Ninja EX250. It's red with purple accents. I got it ridiculously cheap considering the condition. It's only got less than 2600 miles, not a scratch (not even from keys near the gas tank lock!), perfectly polished, never dropped...need I go on? Anyhow, it's the perfect bike for me, and I'm beyond myself with happiness that I have it.I must say, that as far as moms and motorcycles go, I have a VERY COOL Mom! She drove with me the hour drive all the way there to look at it and possibly buy it. She then followed me home to make sure I arrived home safely. Also, shortly after arriving back at home, I was still over at her house, and she walks into the room where I'm on the computer and goes, "Let's go outside and brag on your bike some!" I'm glad that she is supportive when most moms abhore their children mixing with motorcycles.
So I'm posting it. They just paved almost all the roads in my subdivision, without any warning, so this happened...
I have exciting news, but something killed my mood, so I'll post on it tomorrow when I'm excited again.
Fellas, I'm in some deep trouble. I found a dead mouse in Titan's treat bag tonight. And I've spotted droppings inone other location in my home, the kitchen cabinet where I keep my pots and pans. I think this might be where they're coming in from my neighbor's house. I HATE this. I LOATHE this! I detest this! I despise this! It's aweful! I do NOT want to deal with dead mice. I don't want to SEE dead mice. I do not want to THINK about dead mice. I don't want to put out poison 'cause then there's a risk, even a slight risk, that it'll die and stink. I HATE that smell as much as I hate the sight. And I don't want to set out traps 'cause I don't want to see or be near dead mice. I guess a dead mouse is better than a live one. THIS, my dear friends, is why women should NEVER have to live without a man in the house to go around checking the traps three times a day to insure that I don't come across it myself. Did I mention how unhappy I am about this yet?
