Eeek

I have a mouse in my house. Or, more likely, I have a lot of mice. I've known this for a while and I thought I was making progress in the epic battle between mice and me, but this week has seen some set-backs.

The mice are freaking Maggie out -- so much so that she has chewed the fur off of her foot from the anxiety.

*sigh* I wish they'd find another house to live in.

Knut turns 1

Then: . . . and now:

Happy first birthday to cute Knut! The media says Knut will probably get some fish cakes and croissant for his birthday -- not what I want for my birthday, but festive nevertheless.

Knut is the cutest little polar bear ever. I suppose at 235 lbs., he's still little by polar bear standards.

Yes indeed

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