Two things, since I'm really not awake yet and trying to start dinner. Oatmeal Head started a summer class today, a Young Inventors class at the local community college. He talked my ear off on the way home, totally jazzed. Made him feel intelligent, problem solving with other teens. Made me a happy mom, too.
Second, when I got home from work this morning (I slept, BTW, since everyone at work is coming down with the flu and I wanted my immune system in fighting shape to keep it away), the Hunny greets me with, "There's a mouse in the oven. Can you get it out?" "What? Like, now?"
I actually walked into the kitchen before he was up, lifted the towel on the homemade apple pie he'd left cooling (apples from his boss' tree as well as ours), drooled a little and went to find him to ask if I could have a piece for breakfast (the answer was no - something about wanting to wait till we're all together to slice into it - selfish!). It turns out that while the pie was baking, he happened to look down into the bottom of the oven (we have a gas range and there are vent openings for the gas heat) and see a very dead mouse. He's easily grossed out, so even asking me to remove the mouse made his stomach churn.
Needless to say, by the time I opened the oven this evening there was nothing but a charcoal briquet in the oven. In fact, I called him at work to question whether or not he'd really seen a mouse, but he described its little whiskers and nose and tail, so I have to take his word for it.
Guess who won't be having apple pie for dessert tonight?
Until I write again ...