house sitting

The kitties decided to go crazy at 4:30 this morning. I was not impressed.

I suppose the silver lining would be that at least I have a reason to be annoyed by the interruption because I'm actually sleeping again.

Little [Trailer] House on the Prairie

So, when my landlord turns any of the faucets on in the yard, it destroys my water pressure...meaning, my toilet won't flush, I can't do laundry, and it takes 10 minutes to fill an 8 ounce cup with water. Showers take awhile.

It's not uncommon for me to traipse outside in the wee hours to shut off the water that is watering the garden that just got rained on all night. Should be a bumper crop.

Little [Trailer] House on the Prairie

Know what hail on a tin-roofed trailer sounds like?

The apocalypse. That's what.

Little [Trailer] House on the Prairie

(this happened on Monday morning, but I will write it in present tense.)

This morning, I woke up cold. I stumbled into the bathroom, did what you do in bathrooms, and then noticed: a small grey mouse scratching along the surface of my toilet bowl.

I flushed. He didn't go anywhere (I do not have good pressure). Poor lil' fella was pretty wet by this point.

So, since I am unable to kill things, I caught him and put him outside. I wouldn't be surprised if he finds his way back in.

Modern day Laura Ingalls

I have decided. This blog will be a mish-mash of two things: 1. the stupid situations that gravitate to my person, which leads into 2. my house.

I hope to someday convert it into book form, which will be entitled, "Little [Trailer] House on the Prairie"

It will be a must-read, I'm sure.