Juice Manages to Avoid Finishing Last

The day was spent languishing away in the Law Review office. Woo hoo! (*choke**gasp!*) We had an all-day orientation for the incoming LR peeps. I had to give a presentation, which I hate, having inexplicably gotten all flustered about public speaking in recent years...but I did alright. I was glad to see my good buddy Mike, who was in China all summer. I've missed him, and we lend mutual support to each other in the whole Law Review racket (which we LOVE, as you know, I've never said anything to make you think differently. Right? Right. Alrighty then.).



The best part of the day was my phenomenal performance in cosmic bowling (under my bowling alias of course, Captain Sky Shark), finishing my second round with a TURKEY to end the game with a show-stopping 109 points. (I'll concede quite readily of course that Mike--"General Nemo"--killed me in this game. And the previous game. And every other game ever.) We played two games today and I finished second-to-last both times. Any baby can win, but to avoid losing so narrowly takes precision.



Okay. And then there's this: I am the girliest when it comes to mice. Omigodomigodomigod. I can't stand them. Shad takes care of all things rodent-related in this house. So while I appreciate the fact that the kitties went hunting last night, I really don't think they needed to shove their booty under the door for me to see first thing when I walked into the dining room this morning. Can you see from this picture what they've done? The angle is a bit off. We lock them away in the kitchen/basement at night. So they pushed the mouse under the door and into OUR part of the house. They need to keep this shit to themselves. Eat it or something so I don't have to see it. Ew. Oh, well. At least they are performing the job I hired them for.