Mouse Poop

Yes - that's what I said. Mouse Poop! No, it's not some new child friendly version of a cuss word. It means exactly what it says. It means exactly what I found on my desk this morning.

No, I do not have any food on or in my desk or around my desk. No crumbs, no beverages, no candy, or treats. It is disgusting. It was all over my desk when I returned after the weekend.

There must have been some sort of mouse soiree, perhaps a family reunion, or a costume party. But darn it! Why can't they rent a port-a-potty like everyone else who throws a party? So I then have to sweep away all of the mouse poop from my desk top - even from the pull out tray that my keyboard sits on. Who KNOWS what my fingers are touching when I'm typing. Then I have to sanitize the desk and sanitize my hands...then again....and again....and so on...and so on.

It's bosses day (nice segue, eh?). We are taking my boss and "their" boss out to dinner tonight. I much prefer the office lunch dealy, but half of our people couldn't make it before 5pm due to working out in the field. My boss feels awkward about it and says "every day is bosses day" to which I respond "so, you mean you want us to take you out every day?" No, that's not what he means - I'm not sure what he meant - but something to the effect that celebrating it on an invented day is somewhat disingenuous.

Easily corrected as I explain to him that this is only one specific opportunity for us to celebrate his "bossiness" to which he laughs heartily and accepts. Geez! get over yourself - will ya?

Also - just bought my first pair of maternity pants. I'm old. These are essentially old lady fat pants. Last week I wore the same pair of jeans every day - half unzipped - with the button corner flaps folded in. I decided I could not go on like that and relented. They are ok - but really kind of ugh. I never wore maternity pants before, but have not found anything else this time that is comfy. I'm all about comfy.

In fact, if I had my way, I'd be in my pj's every evening about 5 minutes after getting home. I'd be in my pj's with my fave blankie wrapped around me, cozied up on the corner of the couch watching the boob tube or falling asleep as my lillun read to me. Aaaahhhh, that would be the life. That's how into comfy I am these days.

Mouse poop is gross.