Crafty Tuesday Falls Flat

It's not that I didn't have fun with my mom and sisters this week for crafty Tuesday...It's just that, well, frankly, we're a tad depresso here at the Jama house, and making tiny card stock Christmas trees didn't sound too fun. So, we got four little trees cut out, and two folded, but we're gonna have to assemble them next week...hopefully the cheer will have returned by that time.

In other news, papajama's school got locked down today. When I was on my way to pick him up, I called to let him know that I was running late...he tends to worry. He answered the phone sounding more than a little gruff saying for me to STAY AWAY from the school. Apparently there was some guy out in the woods behind the school with a rifle. Turns out he was just hunting deer (illegally, and might I add recklessly, in the middle of the city, right next to a SCHOOL, with little children, and oh did I mention MY husband nearby).

Although I'm pretty generally in favor of nonviolence, I make exceptions for people who pull that kind of crap. The neighbors around the school sounded unperturbed...apparently he does this OFTEN!?

Speaking of completely morbid things, papajama is now calling himself the number one rat killer in the state. We seem to have attracted some of the little beasts into our garage a while back, due to the hole at the bottom of our garage door, and the fact that we kept our dog food out there in a plastic container. At first we decided to leave the dog food and set traps (so as not to tempt the buggers to try to get into the house)...We found out that this was ineffective when our mechanic noticed that the tiny bastards were chewing through wires and tubes in the car...remember last month when I said the ABS light was on?

At this point we got militant. Dog food is now contained within a completely armored container with snap on lid. We have a dozen traps in the garage, and TONS of rat poison. Papajama did indeed have to do some of the dirty work himself. After one rat absolutely refused to die, and layed coughing blood and wheezing on the floor, papajama had to finish him off with the bebe gun and then the baseball bat. They say your first kill is the hardest...

So now that I've got you fully grossed out, I'm gonna go finish off the pumpkin pie.