Princesses need their Princes

My sister and her family are in town because her brother-in-law is came home from his mission. Well, they were at my mom's today when I called just to say "hi" and I got to talk to my adorable 3 1/2 year old niece.

As I was talking to her, she informed me that she is a princess but she is dying. When I asked her why she told me "because princesses need their princes to come kiss them when they're dying. My Prince is coming tomorrow on Saturday." I'm not sure exactly who she was referring to, but I was laughing. Apparently before and after she was talking to me she was lying on the couch with a a princess dress on and a blanket over her. I sure hope her prince arrives soon.

Laundry

Well, it's finally happened. We have started doing our laundry at the laundry mat. With gas prices the way they are, we can't justify going to IF even if it means we get to go to better restaurants and see our family (a bit of free grocery shopping if you know what I mean). Alas, I get to carry around mounds of quarters and spend my time in a sanitarily questionable place (you may think laundry is clean...well it's surroundings aren't necessarily so). I can't wait until I have my own place so I can have a washer and dryer and be able to hang my close outside. Well, we can't always get what we want right away because then we wouldn't have anything to dream about right?

DLF

Well, Nathan and I had an exciting week. Thursday night, while pulling out an oven mit I hadn't ever used before I noticed little "sprinkles". In fear, and hoping Nathan would say the opposite of what I thought, I asked Nathan what they were. Unfortunately, Nathan confirmed my fears by saying that they were mouse droppings. I was freaking out. How in the world did a mouse get in my apartment?! We are too clean for a mouse to want to live in our house. Even now thinking about it I'm freaking out. I immediately called our landlords. I'm secure enough to say that I was a big pansy! I let Nathan and our landlord do all the plugging of the holes and setting of the mouse traps. Somehow, the little mouse made it under our kitchen sink and through pre-made holes got around to our drawers. I pulled out every drawer and washed all of my dishes (even the ones I had just washed earlier that day). I sanitized all of my drawers and cupboards. All of our towels and anything else that could go into the washer was put inside a bag to be taken to the laundromat. I spent the next day and over $10 at the laundromat cleaning everything that could have possibly been touched by our little friend. Friday, while Nathan was napping on the couch, a SNAP woke him up. The mouse was now our DLF (dead little friend). And Nathan, being the kind husband he is, decided to wait to dispose of the DLF until after I got home to see it. I wanted to throw up. I am happy to say our house has been re-sanitized and mouse free. But still thinking about it makes me paranoid.