Trash talk

You should have seen the car I saw on the way to work this morning. The inside of the car was filled to the top with trash and clothes (mainly socks). You literally could not see into the car through the passenger side windows or the rear window; and the items were smashed against the glass making it obvious the car was stuffed to the brim. The car was moving very slow and the rear end was almost dragging the ground. As I passed the car, I looked in my side view mirror wondering how in the world this person could see to drive. The dashboard wasn't as bad; there was an open area in front of the steering wheel, but the passenger's side was covered with trash.

Amazing.

I once was lost, but now I'm found...

We found Toddy this morning. In our bedroom of all places. Well, in our closet actually, but he ran under a nightstand. David yelled for me to come help him and, of course, I refused to pick him up so he did all of the work really. It was a sight I'm sure... David lying on the floor with his arm under the night stand yelling for me to block his escape. Me doing everything possible not to have to touch him. He ran from the nightstand to under the dresser and the scenario repeated. Finally, he ran into the bathroom and was "rescued". Toddy, was pretty traumatized by the whole thing, but I'm sure he's glad to be back in his little safe world with food!

I had basically given him up for dead. We've seen absolutely no sign of him since he escaped and even Jessica had stopped asking about him. I fully expected to discover his shriveled up body months from now. I had hoped he wouldn't be in our bedroom. Every night as I turned out the light and walked to the bed, I prepared myself for the possibility of stepping on him.

The Great Escape

It was bound to happen. Jason's hampster Toddy has escaped from his cage and is loose somewhere in our house. Jessica accidentally left the cage door open last night and we didn't discover it until this morning. The cage was sitting on top of the dryer in the utility room. He must have had an unpleasant landing, falling all that way. I just hope we can find him before one of our cats does.

Actually, Spot, our lazy cat, would probably just lay there and watch him and Stinky would probably run away from him. Nada and Jet, however, would most likely eat him—but only after torturing him for awhile.