I woke up, though, because I thought I had heard Amy up pouring herself some cereal in the kitchen. Which would make sense since she's crazy and is going to NY this morning for 24 hours or even less. But anyway, I then realized that there was no light on and no other movement or sounds. And then I started thinking about Margaret and how we had had a whirlwind of chips and salsa last night.
Now, Margaret may be dead. An anonymous person named Meggo decided to take matters into her own hands and bought mouse poisoning. That was soon vetoed when we thought about the whole dead-mouse-in-the-wall-stink-up-the-house possibility. But I don't know. Margaret has not been seen for the past 2-3 months.
I think she is dead.
HOWEVER. Do you think it's ironic that the book I am reading with one of my toodees is called Mouse and the Motorcycle by Beverly Cleary, about a mouse named Ralph (hello, coincidence? he has a name TOO!?) who befriends a boy named Keith and loves to ride his toy motorcycle. Which, needless to say, is a perfect size for him. Again, coincidence? There I sit now, from 12:25-1:15 with my toodee Monday through Friday stepping into the shoes, er, paws, of a mouse named Ralph. And obviously the readers come to love this little mouse and wants him to be safe and have fun and be able to eat Keith's crumbs and ride his motorcycle without getting eaten by that pesky dog down the hotel hallway.
Is Beverly Cleary playing with my mind?
So back to this morning, I wonder if Margaret (may she rest in peace....and if she's not dead may she rest somewhere other than my apartment) indeed was digging into a bag of Tostitos? Reveling in a bowl of leftover salsa? Getting all her friends and family to dig in with her, there's plenty of chips and salsa for all of us?
I, for one, need to clean up after myself more often. The three of us (some are better than others) are always, for some reason, rinsing out our dishes and rather than turning our bodies ever so slightly, opening the dishwasher door and inserting the dishes, we seem to think that step is a little too daunting so we keep them in the sink. The sink is full. The dishwasher? Not. Well anyway, I think I am the second best at putting my dishes away.
Unless, of course, Beverly gets me to love Ralph so much that I am willing to offer my crumbs and toy cars (that are all over the place; my mom keeps telling me to clean my room) to any old mouse wandering around the apt. If I were to choose, my loyalties obviously belong to Margaret.
So either Amy is back to sleep after a hearty meal of cereal during her sleep-walking (that she doesn't do), or there is a mouse whose family is very pleased with his/her discovery of a sink full of Tostitos crumbs and salsa chunks. At least they'll get a well-rounded diet.
2 comments:
jhubbs...i confess- it was I who was moving about at a ridiculous hour this morning. 1st of all, i was so wired last night fom the coffee during the day that I couldn't get to sleep. So i tried reading to fall asleep...didn't work. then I tried listening to my "sleep" playist on my ipod...didn't work. Then i tried listening to one of my dad's sermons on my ipod...didnt work.
I may have fallen asleep around 1:30. But i was up on and off until 4:40 when I called it quits and decided to just shower and be driving. So i left the house around 5:45. I tried to be as quiet as possible...i guess i failed. And to put you and meghan at ease, I did NOT see our friend, Margaret this morning.
-adodd (i can never remember my password for this studpid account)
would this be the same toodeeeeee (hahahahhaa) that you made say the motorcycle noise?!
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