I would like to start off today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Le Duke. He is old. Be sure to wish him a happy one as well.

Yesterday was very exhausting and frustrating. I spent the majority of my day emptying the gas kiln, grinding all of the pots, and assembling those pots into orders. Today I’ll spend my day packing those orders up and shipping them. The stupid fish plate order is still sitting in the gallery waiting for the shipping stuff from our corporate buyer. Punch in their face.

In addition to the normal grind, ha ha ha, I got to go back. Back to killin’. We have always had a bit of a mouse problem in Lippincottonia. In the past few years it has ebbed for the most part, but recently the mice have begun to flow again. For a while Leopold, Taco Planet’s cat, had a field day cleaning up the pests. Then he decided that he’d rather just lie in the sun on the window sill and watch the mice run around in the kitchen. Now that he has moved out, the task has found its way back to the master of death, me. The first traps I put down were the suck balls. So I had Le Duke get me some different ones. Two kills already. Many more to come.

I guess the smell of death was on me when I came home last night, because Eazy also went into kill mode. I must remind you that his looks are deceiving. You may think he is fat, but you are wrong. He is a terminator and that is all muscle. Here’s what happened. I had finished work at the studio and had returned to the house. I had eaten dinner and had clothes going in the washing machine. I sat down to work on this week’s article and was just getting flowing when a knock came upon the door. Ugh. I know that knock. Sure enough, it was Operation B coming by to get his computer and to see if I was lonely. No. Working. Creative flow ruined. Anyways, we chatted a few minutes and I went outside to fake smoke. We were sitting outside and then there came this horribly loud smashing sound from inside the house. I go in to find that someone (Eazy) had pulled the birdcage off of its stand and onto the floor. When the cage hit the floor, it completely exploded. Bird seed, water, toys, bird shit, and cage pieces everywhere. Plus, birds are out and flying around the house.

I shooed Operation B back to his grandmother’s and got to work cleaning up this giant mess. Eazy did not come out of hiding for quite a while after I got the mess cleaned up. That’s how I knew it was him. He got scared when the birdcage fell on him. He’s fine and so are the birds. Everybody’s fine. Although, there was somebody’s blood on my hands after I finished cleaning up. Most likely a bird’s since they are the only animal I handled during clean up. Both of the birds woke me up with their squawking this morning and are fluttering around as per usual, so no worries.

After that fiasco, I was in no mindset to write a restaurant review, so that will have to be finished up later today. So instead of writing, I researched. I had the thought yesterday that rather than spend the money to buy a new instant camera, I should buy film for my old instant camera. Turns out, they don’t make it any more and film for it starts at $35 a 10-pack. Crap. Looks like I’ll be selling my old instant on eBay and trying to buy a new one.

One last thing before I head off to work, if you haven’t seen this yet, be sure to watch it:

I’m off to check my traps. More soon. ~SC