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I'm away for a week. See? This is me being away.

*is away*

You see? You see the difference?

...

Last night I almost cooked a mouse. It wasn't intentional. I was neither that hungry, nor that poor. It was mouse pizza. They should sell those in Disneyworld. Do they sell them in Disney world? Not like, *actual* mouse pizzas, not like mine. I meant mickey-shaped. Oh, and mine wasn't an actual mouse pizza, 'cos I totally twigged on the mouse before pizza insertion.

I never thought I'd type pizza insertion. I really hope never to again.

Should I tell the story?

ANYWAY.

We don't have a clicky thing. Do those clicky things have a name? We call it "The Clicky Thing". Or would, had we one. We don't. Instead I light a burner with a most recalcitrant lighter, light a candle from there, and light the oven off the candle. Making dinner in my house is an event. Even more so when there's a mouse in the oven. I mentioned that, right? Because I really think it bears repeating. THERE WAS A MOUSE IN THE OVEN. I lit the oven, and it skittered around like a skittery thing, and disappeared by the flames. I had the presence of mind to turn off the burner, and then levitated onto a kitchen counter, squealing like that huge woman in old Tom and Jerry cartoons.

I am not girly. I want to reinforce that. However, I was not expecting a MOUSE in the OVEN, and therefore can be excused. It's rule 782/b in the Non-Girly-Girl's Handbook. Yes, we have a handbook. It's Not Pink.

So. Yes. Turns out the mouse was living in a mousetrap. One of those ones with poison in. Maybe it is SUPERMOUSE. Suddenly I'm worried; perhaps I should've shown it more respect...

It's under the fridge, now. But hey, I'm in a whooooooole other country. Smaller can play with the mouse.

SMALLER MOVED IN! Coolness aplenty. Smaller is faith_rayne, so say hi. :D

Other than that? My day's been pretty normal. Except for the part where I wanted to start a new fic challengey thing... I was just thinking, y'know, getting people to provide completely NON SLASHTASTIC and INAPPROPRIATE lyrics, mixing 'em up and handing 'em out, for drabbles/ficlets. Could be funny.

See? See why it's a GOOD thing that Milliways has been taking up all my time? Huh? *g*