Proof of Renee's Visit

Today was IKEA (a first for Renee).

Marsha (Nemy) and Renee at IKEA.

Then we made a visit to Jimmy John's (which Renee desperately misses) and we were supposed to end the evening at the Kitty Cat Club (that we went to twice on Renee's last visit three years ago).

But first, some images from the Clown Lodge. Seriously, it sucks to say that, it will always be the Clown Lounge to me.

Renee with some Midwestern beer.

I wanted a picture next to the Puma. Renee was sad that someone killed it just for decor.


I wanted her to pet the squirrel. She was sad someone killed it just for stuffing purposes. So I did it for her. I think they are rats with legs. Flea ridden vermin. Seriously.

Although the best part of the decor was this:


it doesn't look like a skunk, but I wish it was.

Anyhow, Nemy is sick with chills and a fever so we are skipping the show at The Kitty Cat Club. Instead we are staying here and drinking Pinot Grigio from the box.

At IKEA, we bought a mattress for Noah's room. When we got home I ran upstairs to get the missing parts from his bunk bed so he and Renee could sleep on it tonight (he had been sleeping on an air matress while she slept in his bed). When I was making a trip from his room to the upstairs bedroom I saw a mouse. A mother fucking tiny piece of vermin in my house.

While I was trying to remember to breathe, Stan came home. We quickly went out to buy mouse traps (covered for the main floor uncovered for the upstairs in case it came from the storage spot in the eves). Holy shit, but I can't stand vermin. They creep me out just like spiders. I even like snakes better.

I hope we get the fucker tonight. It would make me feel much, much better.

More updates on the amazing visit of Renee later. I gotta go set up the last of the traps.