Twas the night before our anniversary weekend, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a fucking mouse.

Oh my God the noise. It was a loud, horrible, squeaky, choking-like sound. I sprung out of bed in utter darkness (time: 5:40a.m.) and ran to see what was the matter. I was convinced that Neville had somehow eaten a Christmas tree ornament and was choking on it, which was going to be devastating enough, but to top it off I had no idea how to do the heimlich manuever on a cat (do you!?). I ran towards the noise which was moving through the house and turned on the bathroom light where both Neville and Cambridge were. I squatted down next to Neville to soothe him (he’s been coughing a lot, hence my assumption), but noticed that he neither was coughing or choking; instead he was hunkered down looking at the bathroom trash can. Aha, I thought, another cricket that he loves to chase. I moved the trashcan aside and saw not a small, black cricket, oh no, but a huge, furry, squeaking MOUSE!

My response was embarrassingly stereotypical: “A mouse! Oh my God a mouse! AAAAHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

A barely awake Huz ran up in his boxer shorts and said, “What do we do?”

I yelled at him to catch it and then scooped up the cats who were
furiously trying to get at the thing and shut it in the bathroom.

“Catch it!”

“With what?” said bleary-eyed husband.

“A coffee can!”

“I don’t use coffee cans, I buy my beans in bags.”

I ran and grabbed a plastic sour cream container from the recycling bin and thrust it at him. What followed was much rustling and clanging behind the bathroom door, but out came Huz victorious with a mouse captured in the sealed container.

He has since set up 6 mouse traps, dutifully checking them each day, and disposed of the one, er, capturee that we’ve had so far. Thanks Huz. I’m a real wuss when it comes to this stuff.

Today is our wedding anniversary. Our dozenth in fact. We’ve had a long journey together sharing some really good times and some bad ones too, but I wouldn’t have done it differently. It’s a joy to be with you Huz – you’re my best friend, the one who knows me best. I can totally and completely be myself with you and not fear judgment. This is a rare thing and I know it. Thank you for loving me and accepting me for who I am, faults and all, and for supporting and believing in me even when I
don’t myself.

Thanks for the great night last night. Fine dining at Margot’s Bistro and Cafe again this year didn’t disappoint. The mulled wine was just what I needed to warm me up in the chilly weather. The Chimay cheese with roasted quince and whole grain bread was a great starter, as was the arugula, apple, Saucisson Sec and Parmigiano-Reggiano salad. The hanger steak with pom frites and demi glaze was probably the best I’ve had and the bottle of Italian big red wine was fantastic.

p.s. I think we need a bigger car. *wink*