New Year’s has flown by and of course like most people I made a set of resolutions. It remains to be seen if I will “stick with it.”
We start off with BoyScout setting a very strong resolution that he has been quite firm sticking with.
“I don’t care if it’s Momma squirrel, Daddy squirrel, or baby squirrel, they are ALL DEAD SQUIRRELS.”
He yells this to me as he is standing on two chairs in the carport, with nothing but a shirt and boxers on holding a pellet rifle.
I turn around and walk in the house. I want no part of this. Soon after the squirrels take a backseat to the rats. Yes I said rats.
Blu is the instigator of this, placing her head between the toilet and vanity, listening to the noise underneath the house.
BoyScout takes note and sets a trap. Two-days later I walk outside to find Blu chewing on the dead rat.
I scream at her to drop it and wait for BoyScout to come home to deal with it.
Honestly, you would think that we live in the boonies with all the “wildlife” that we have in our house. I hear banjos playing in the background.
He can tackle that while I get it together and start working on the backsplash.
I book Mom in to help, since she’s the tile guru (all Moms are Gurus let’s just face it.) I prep the backsplash mudding it and sanding it down the week before.
I do all of my prep work and I am finally ready! But of course nothing ever goes as planned in Quirky land.
Bear starts limping around the house Friday night and I am concerned. Saturday morning we head to the vet.
BoyScout and I sit patiently in the waiting room watching the other animal lovers and their assorted pets.
In walks a woman with one of the fattest cats I have ever seen. She sets the fat cat on the ground. The cat is on a leash, until further inspection makes me realize that this “leash” is only secured by a twisted up paper clip.
Bear is not amused and neither are any of the other dogs in the room.
The woman brings her cat over next to us and he meows at Bear walking towards him.
Bear looks at us, looks at the cat, looks at us, looks at the cat. We scoot over and thankfully we are called into the vet’s room soon after.
One hour and over $300 hundred dollars later we find out he has an infection in his paw, making it super swollen and red.
We come home, give him meds, call the Guru over and get started on the tile…well we TRY to get started.
I didn’t get a sponge, or a float and come to find out I don’t have enough tile, cause I can’t math good.
BoyScout gets sent out to retrieve what I forgot, and in true family fashion by the time he comes back without the tile….my house is full with my family.
The Guru and I start working. I apprentice as she does all of the hard cutting. She is extremely proud of her cutting skills and so am I, cause I don’t have to do it.
Slowly but surely we make headway, almost completing one side of the kitchen. We loose our light outside to use the wet saw and complain about lack of food.
BoyScout, on the other hand, has been snacking ALL day, and puts himself in a food coma. When I come looking for him I find him asleep on the couch. I yell at him to wake up.
So I am slowly making my way to finishing this project, that started oh….back in June.
It’s been a progression, but I am resolved to complete something in this house.
BoyScout tackles the “wildlife” resolution while I take on the quirks of our home.
By the Way: We have a new neighbor….The 95 or L.I.H.R.
(I haven’t decided what to call him yet. Well maybe I have, but since I know he’s reading this I thought it would be fun torture him just a little bit longer. You’re welcome. )