Muttering and Decluttering

Notice this picture. Look at all the clutter. Hear me mutter about the clutter.

Well, this particular room has recently been decluttered. There now stands a lit (but not yet decorated) seven foot Christmas tree (fake). I will post a picture once I get it all just 'so'. For now, I am just enjoying how wonderful it looks without all the clutter.

Since I was sick yesterday The Husband God Gave Me helped out. Now that he is gone, I realized that what he did with all the clutter was to put it back into the last room I had decluttered. So, this morning I dragged Daughter and my own tired self up to that room (which now has those two white rockers in it) and proceeded to redeclutter that room.

While this is going on, my kitchen has been taken over by terrorist mice. Apparently, we have sealed up the holes so well that they cannot get out. Over the weekend THGGM (who thinks mice are cute...can you believe it!?) has caught five of the filthy vermin in traps. As a gesture of his undying love and devotion, he set eight more traps before he left town.

Mice make me angry. Today alone, I have said many a vulgar word. Words that vividly describe the awful offal these horrid creatures leave behind.

I can no longer stand Walt Disney for his effort to make mice appear charming. He failed. He made a lot of money, but he failed.

Now I must go cry...and redeclutter...and ponder,..why did God create mice? Why did Mrs. Noah let them on the ark?? Why do mice poop so much???