I love living in a house, but it has shown me how having a guy around could be really useful. Anyway until I find Mr. Right, I'm the "man of the house" which can occasionally get old. I think I'm pretty handy around the house, especially for a girl. Better than Janice anyway

(but seriously I am). But...I can't fix a heater. And ours is broken. So I'm freezing. I'm not in a bad mood though. In fact I'm feeling pretty victorious. Why? you ask. Well...because I'm a mean lean mouse-killing machine. That's right, I am hunter, hear me roar! I now have three kills, and who knew killing a tiny beady-eyed little monster could make you feel so good! But in the future, setting mousetraps is definitely a chore that will be designated to the husband. I'm thinking about getting a cat so that eventually I won't have to set traps. And i do like cats, so i guess we'll see.... So I had to work last night and I think it just caught up with me. My mind has gone blank, so if I had anything else "important" to write about, maybe i'll remember later. Maybe next time I'll write about my near-death experience. That's quite a story.
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