Where Is My Mouse And Why…

This cute little mouse that tiptoed into my appartement on sunday evening, causing me a major scare, seems to be gone. Last time I saw or rather heard it was yesterday afternoon, and the noise the little claws made on my Tarazzo kitchen floor came from behind the sink. So I went to Bauhaus and decided to get a mouse trap, of course a live trap! The assistants were really cooperative and gave me the best advices for which food to put in, etc. They said it’s important that the food has a certain smell to attract my little friend, so I chose smelly cheese and some ham.

Did I mention that mouse already has a very illustrious name?  My friends  called it Ninc Charlotte Mussolini Pet Petsy Patsy John Chapa Polly Vodka Mars Chuck Pinky Brain George Michael Fiona Swarovski Loverboy Boyfriend Sugarbutt Rich Rob Dee Dee
Johnny Pankratz Uri Müsli .

Nothing happend, not during the night, nothing, no life signs.

I would have never imagined that Ninc Charlotte Mussolini Pet Petsy Patsy John Chapa Polly Vodka Mars Chuck Pinky Brain George Michael Fiona Swarovski Loverboy Boyfriend Sugarbutt Rich Rob Dee Dee
Johnny Pankratz Uri Müsli would leave my cosy warm place by choice according to the most terrible weather outside, but it seems like it did! Or Ninc Charlotte Mussolini Pet Petsy Patsy John Chapa Polly Vodka Mars Chuck Pinky Brain George Michael Fiona Swarovski Loverboy Boyfriend Sugarbutt Rich Rob Dee Dee
Johnny Pankratz Uri Müsli already enjoys a deep nevereverending winter sleep behind my sink. Or Ninc Charlotte Mussolini Pet Petsy Patsy John Chapa Polly Vodka Mars Chuck Pinky Brain George Michael Fiona Swarovski Loverboy Boyfriend Sugarbutt Rich Rob Dee Dee Johnny Pankratz Uri Müsli came here to die and will start smelling really badly in a few days, we’ll see…

Anyway, the other thing I was thinking about today was that:

You know this feeling, there are some things you have to do over and over again in your life and after that you always forget about them and have to find out again and again and again (and I don’t talk about alcohol bringing you hangovers…).

I treated myself with some soft cake orange cookies today (is there anybody in the whole world who buys raspberry?) , I only have this craving once a year, so for 2011 I tried some from the turkish grocery around the corner (by the way, they were delicious, really good dark chocolate and for a reasonable price 0,99 Euro for 100g and you don’t have to buy a kilo…)

and when I put the first one into my mouth, I was wondering:

Which side should I turn up to get the most satisfying sensation of taste?

The biscuit one?

Or the chocolate coated one?

Couldn’t decide which side was more satisfying, how did I eat my soft cakes in 2010?? Completely forgot about that! So I tried the compromise, which would be eating it upright?

Makes it really difficult, no fun.

„I think I have to try again…!“

Some things you just have to do again to find out which (way) is the best. Like eating cookies, chocolate, mixing alcoholic drinks, kissing boys,…

Über ohsophia

This Is The Fast Lane, This Is Where I Live.
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