The Great Start to My Wonderful Weekend

Friday was a pretty great start to my weekend.

Work went by fairly quickly.

The weather was warm.

It was payday.

The lady at the library told me I needed to be on the cover of Style with my beach-y outfit. (I didn't believe her on the Style part, but I was pretty excited that she told me I was beach-y.)

AJ & I had our favorite Mexican food for dinner with some of our best friends.

We blasted some Bob Marley & Sublime & cruised with the windows down, giving me a flashback of the good ole days.

I ran into an old friend & was able to reminisce about surfing in Costa Rica.

Our friends came over and we started playing a drinking game I haven't played since college.

And then my great weekend was threatened by a little bump in the road. In fact, we'll call it a mole hill. Literally.

I was doing the dishes to clean up the kichen, loading the dishwasher and washing the ones that couldn't go in the dishwasher. I finish everything and I'm rinsing out the sink when I see it. The following "conversation", if you can call it that, ensued:

Me: A... J... There... is... a mouuuuuuse... in... the... sink... (Those "..."s would be where I'm slightly hyperventilating.)

AJ: What? What are you talking about?

Me: Mou... se... in... the sink... (Cue my uncontrollable tears as well as severe hyperventilating.)

Me: This... is a problem... How did it get here? How-did-it-get-here? Howdiditgethere? Oh... my... God.

AJ: Just go away. You don't need to see this. (As if I hadn't already seen it?)

This guy was in my sink. It wasn't a mouse (thankfully, because I wouldn't be able to sleep at night). It was a mole. How it got in my sink, I'll never know. The only thing I can think of is that my wonderful kitty, Trey, brought it in, hidden in his mouth, and hopped up on the counter & dropped it in the sink. He's been known to kill lizards, birds, and moles and bring them up on the porch, but never IN THE HOUSE! And I can't figure out how he came in and got straight up on the counter without AJ or I noticing. Who knows. I seriously could go the rest of my life without seeing one of those again.

BUT, I refuse to let it ruin my weekend. The beach is calling my name - as well as my chair and my book - while AJ fishes for dinner (or we may just be substituting frozen because he didn't catch anything).