" 7 Weird Things about me " . What ? Just 7 ? You mean i have to narrow down all the weirdness that my persnality and my life encompasses into 7 measly things ? Ha - for anyone that knows me they are really laughing at how my lazy self is going to have to work hard on this one .
But , i digress .
Onto the Weird....
7 Weird Things about Moi
(This first one is inspired by a similar Buddha-nature spirit who confessed to an unnatural love of mice and their well-being. )
1.) i once saved a mouse from impending doom while working for Nutri-System in the eighties (when they were all the rage ) I saw him- the mouse in question (as did numerous waiting clients ) race across the waiting room floor one evening around closing time . We kept many boxes of that horrid freeze-dried and vacuum -sealed food product on our shelves and i am sure he thought he was living at the Ratz-Carlton !
Anyhoo , i was ordered by my superiors to trap and kill the little bugger PRONTO -
but i just couldn't do it. After having him leave happy trails for a few excruciating days of deliberation i finally got a have-a-heart trap and promptly caught him , releasing him in the woods nearby.
A recent enjoyable viewing of Ratatouille and several Beatrix Potter videos with my son reminds me just WHY his Mommy is so weird. His little face is so in awe of all animals these days. He has a very gentle and sweet nature , not unlike a mouse.
Mice, in my humble opinion are small , maligned creatures who , yes , even as vermin , still have a place in this world - granted not in my kitchen or in a place of business.
So, go in Peace mice , i bid you well. You are VERY lucky i don't have cats anymore( due to death and my husband's unfortunate allergies.) Frida was a devoted Mouser.
Lucky for them , Lula the chihuahua is deathly afraid of mice . She poses zero threat unless you want to count the shaky growling and puffing noise that emanates from her tiny quaking frame upon sighting any small moving critter.
2. ) I enjoy munching on raw potatoes and salt.
3.) I have several dozen nick-names for my son ( like i have for all of my pets )and he responds to all of them .
He will not, however, respond if i call him 'chair' or ' le auto-bus' .
4. ) i love to sniff my dog's 'stink ears' they smell like a mix between mice ( there's that weird affection for mice again ) and chocolate - hence my nickname for her - 'Chocolate Mouse'
5.) i frequently buy books , films and CD's that i already own - out there somewhere.
They are either packed away , lost or sometimes i just forget i already have them.
6.) For someone who rarely has the opportunity or the wardrobe to accompany them anymore- i love garter belts , pantyhose and stockings, retro corseted girdles etc . under suits and demure clothing. yes , they are all uncomfortable. but i like it.
Throwback to the Fifties, anyone ??
7.) i rarely change out of my pajamas before 4:00 in the afternoon ( unless i am leaving the house which really only happens a few days a week ) I have gone outside to get the mail in full pj regalia more than once. My son frequently has 'pajama day ' with his weirdo Mama.
Well, that's seven.
See ? I am out of time already and i was just getting warmed up.
Egads - what WILL the neighbors think now ?
Thanks Fleur for exposing me .
Now i taunt Zen , Lipby, and Hazmat to the same fate .
Make me laugh , i dare you.
