Yes, the mouse is dead. It went back upstairs to it's hidey hole in the eves and met it's fate at the hand of an old school trap with organic peanut butter as bait.
Whew. No more worries about a mouse crawling into bed with us at night or somehow getting up my pant leg. Ick.
Renee is still here. Yesterday was lunch with Stan at Bryant Lake Bowl. Then Renee was off to spend the rest of the afternoon/evening with Marsha and assorted Walker family members.
Today we had brunch at Wilde Roast Cafe, which was fabulous as always, and hit the local thrift store, Rewind, before we head back home to regroup.
Only 2 days left. Soon she will be dropping me off at work and taking Noah to the Children's Museum. It's play time for them and work time for me. Boo for me.
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