Tonight's drama involved my sitting in the middle of our tiny kitchen floor protesting the mass murder of our furry backyard creatures. The mousy kind. I was allegedly caught yelling things like "I won't stand for this!" and "You can't bait them with MY peanut butter! I won't allow it!"

Apparently good old fashioned cheese is too expensive for a mouse's send off. I wonder if they like soy. In any case, my mother is freaking out because she hates mice, especially close the house. These particular mice made nests under the snow in our backyard during the winter and they ate a lot of our grass. At least I think they did. My lawn looks like it has been attacked by the crop circles.

The second scene of the evening involved me, once again sitting between the fridge and the dishwasher yelling, "I don't want to take the stupid pill" and simultaneously bursting into tears.
See, it's not good for me, all these drugs and drama. It's like tequila and aspirin, they just don't mix.