Saturday, May 19, 2007

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

If a hungry little traveler shows up at your house, you might want to give him a cookie. If you give him a cookie, he's going to ask for a glass of milk. He'll want to look in a mirror to make sure he doesn't have a milk mustache, and then he'll ask for a pair of scissors to give himself a trim... This phenomenon pretty much sums up our day yesterday. I asked Laura to help me move my mini fridge out to the laundry room before she went home for the month. Once we got out there we decided that we needed to sweep the corner before we put the fridge in, and then we decided if we were sweeping the corner we might as well move our bikes out so we could sweep the entire floor... needless to say, things snowballed and we ended up taking everything out of the room and giving it a thorough cleaning. In the process of getting rid of some of the excess old wood stored in there we decided that Club 1616 was not complete without a bar so we called up some of our guy friends and the next thing we knew it was 8pm. So when Kacy gets back she will find a bar in her breakfast nook, a spotless laundry room and the mini fridge living outside.

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