Christmas Eve morning was an early morning. Ratty McGee got his head caught in a rat trap and commenced to slowly die while trying to escape with the trap, which caused a horrid rattling noise from the trap not being small enough to squeeze out from behind the stove. I poked at the trap, rat and all, until I forced it into the bucket I use for dumping rabbiit poo and threw the whole mess outside into the cold 20 degree weather to deal with much later once Ratty had expired. So far, no more rats. Mice, however, seem to be eating the peanut butter off the rat traps...so I need to invest in mouse traps. Yay. More things to kill....ugh...so gross. I did find a hole in the inside of my pantry, so for the time being, I have plugged if off with a giant chunk of concrete (in abundance in our backyard since we demolished our old concrete porch) and a piece of board from when we built a wooden porch. I intend to go to the store and buy some expanding foam and mouse traps and that should be that. Well, aside from the missing drywall, which is another issue entirely, but maybe my food will be able to go back into the pantry at some point. I'm tired of rummaging in the fridge and one cabinet for not supposed to be refrigerated items. It's hard to find anything!
The trip to Ohio for Christmas was nice and quiet. Jon got really sleepy driving and finally let me take over at 15 minutes until our destination. Silly boy. I volunteered halfway through. We let ourselves into my parent's house at 2 am, their old dog, Bean, woofed at us then was all twitterpated and happy. We packed ourselves off to my old room and went to sleep without even unpacking. We didn't do much except hang out with my parents then drive back home, but it was a nice time. Not relaxing exactly, with all the driving for a two night stay, but a nice time.
The store has been annoying, with Tim's cheap schedule (no bodies), all the moving of various things around, and idiots returning things they bought or were gifted. If you don't know what to buy someone, try a gift card to a STORE WHERE THEY ACTUALLY SHOP. Don't expect the store to have common sizes after Xmas for exchanges, all we have are things in size medium and size 4X...if you aren't one of those, you are out of luck. If the gift wasn't paid for with cash, your refund will be refunded 1. either to the debit/credit card of the person who bought the damn thing, or 2. as a store credit. Sorry. Just keep that in mind. Tim has since realized his mistakes and has been frantically calling people in to work. Maybe he just should have scheduled more than two people a shift to start with. So yesterday, we FINALLY finished the freight that was left from Tuesday. I worked a giant dog food pallet in 45 minutes, and Tyler was called in to deal with the feed truck, which got semi-worked. Tyler works really hard, people are just that annoying and needy.
Jon has also been annoying as he realizes that working 40 hours a week makes it difficult to do anything other than go to work and come home...unless its a day he doesn't work. Yep. Welcome to reality. So he is horribly grouchy and making me and the dogs crazy with his grumpiness. Wonder how he thinks I've ever accomplished anything while working 40 hours these last three years? I mean, just this morning I've done laundry, vacuumed and washed the small amount of dishes that accumulated from last night...all before I leave for work. I refuse to leave dirty dishes anymore since the rodent problem. They need to find some other buffet.
Heading to Ruth and Joe's tomorrow night for dinner. Should be fun.
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