Our summer hiatus from TV is over.

We turned our cable back on tonight.

And after about 30 minutes I realized just how far down the 

food chain I had slipped...

Me:  Troy, I think I have a growth on my neck.

The Live In (head never turns away from TV screen): Mmm, I don't think you do.

Me: Yes.  I do.  I can feel it.

Me:  Come look at it.

TLI:  It's fine.

And as I begin to utter my next words, the volume gets raised just loud

enough to drown me out...

The bright side?  I can start watching episodes of Bachelor Pad

on an actual TV now.

Fingers Crossed...

And just in case you thought I was joking about

cleaning out the storage unit in search for the mouse...

I wasn't.

Good news/bad news.

The good news: we cleaned out the storage unit.  Like majorly.

The bad news: we didn't find the mouse.  

But...fingers crossed...we feel like the mouse has taken up residence somewhere else.

Since cleaning out the storage unit we have yet to see him again.

End of story.  (Hopefully.)

Montenegro

Wow.  Been back from our trip to Croatia what,

two months now?  And I am still posting pictures?  

Way to keep in current.

While we were in Dubrovnik we made a day trip down

to the country of Montenegro.

The beauty of their gulfs and coastlines was the highlight of our trip (as you can see below).
(Not to mention the amazing gyro we devoured for lunch.)
And while we had fun touring around in our rental car (we always do)...
it's no Croatia.
We were happy to cross back over the boarder and
enjoy our last few days in the country we had grown so found of.  

We're 9!

Last week the live in and I turned nine years.

We're so mature now.  

Our house is spotless.  We cook our own dinners.  We put away our laundry.

Right.

To celebrate, we took over our kickball game and surprised our friends

with a few of our favorite things...food carts!  

For dinner we had Koi Fusion.

For dessert Fifty Licks.

    

Wall Stories

This month my friend Caron launched her company, Wall Stories!

Wall Stories is a collection of durable, changeable wall stickers and growth charts for children.

They were recently featured on Apartment Therapy's Ohdeedoh!

I was lucky enough to do most of the photography/styling for them, so

their big feature was just as exciting for me to see!

Yah for having creative friends!  I can't wait to see how her company takes off...

Still need that cat

Just a little update on our mouse situation:


He’s still there. Tearing it up in our storage unit.

We’ve now set seven traps. All of which claim “guaranteed success”. Yet so far the only thing the traps have successfully caught is the live in’s finger.

In a brave moment the live in actually made eye contact with this elusive creature. His response…”he’s a cute little guy.” Guess what…nobody goes into war thinking that their enemy is the cutest little thing they’ve ever seen. Nobody. The live in needs to start seeing the mouse as his enemy…not a potential pet.

Because even if the live in doesn’t see this as war yet…the mouse certainly does. He made an extremely tactical move last night when he decided to poop on the broken trap that caught the live in’s finger. No joke.

Our next step…literally removing every single item from the storage unit and covering the floor in traps…again, no joke.

Wanted: One Hungry Cat

If the live in and I were even remotely close to thinking about going back to a regular home…you know, one with a bedroom…the last few days has been enough keep us away for good.  It feels like right now this dorm room, err crash pad, err loft is even more than we can handle.

We have a mouse.  In our storage unit.  The eating my stuff and then pooping all over the place variety.  The kind that refuses to be killed.  The worst mouse ever.

I hate this mouse.  

I honestly don’t understand how a breed of animal dumb enough to get themselves involved in all sorts of risky experimental testing can be so sneaky at the same time?  I mean, our storage unit really isn’t that big.  And we have three traps set.  WITH PEANUT BUTTER.  That should be their kryptonite.    

Oh I hate this mouse. 

The poor live in, I keep making him go downstairs to see if we have a kill…