Once you know what's roaming around in your attic, every little noise makes you stop, and wonder if it's a little rat. Rats are nocturnal, so it's 10 at night and I'm sitting in our front room (computer room, sewing room, storage room) typing away and suddenly I here rustling. Now 3 days ago, I'd assume it was a lizard. They get in and then you hear them moving around. They're not my favorite, but I'd prefer them to rodents! So last night I hear the rustling, and I flew out of my chair and out of the room. Somehow I managed not to scream, which is actually quite the feat, as when startled, I've been known to produce a loud, high-pitched screech. Hubby and I have not told the Imp we have rats. She thinks it's squirrels. We're thinking we're gonna leave it at that. So I'm trying hard to not to totally freak, as I imagine the rats moving into our living space from the attic. Hubby, ever my white knight, starts moving boxes filled with material, etc., looking for...well whatever made the noise. I'm in the kitchen on the counter. The Imp comes wandering in and wants to know what's up. When I tell her, she informs me she was digging around in the material earlier and the noise was probably everything settling. As Hubby could find no critter, lizard or larger, I'm hoping that's what it was. But I'm sitting crossed-leg with my feet up off the floor as I type right now.
Scrapping today. It really is such an outlet for me. I have a desire to create, embellish, decorate. Scrap booking allows me to that and I have something concrete and worthy of keeping (as opposed to making doo-dads). I'm working on my 6th book (each book is about 45 pages). Right now I fit a little over a year in a book, but already I'm finding I've less pictures per year as the girls are older. When they were younger I'd have all the school functions (Halloween Party, Thanksgiving Parade, etc) that don't exist in high school. Now I have to get a bookshelf to keep them on.
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