They say the mind is the first to go. That's probably true. This afternoon I found myself skipping purposefully down the stairs until I got to the last step and realized that I had absolutely no idea why I was going down stairs. I mentally retraced my steps but got stuck just one step backwards.
Becca has moved in with Kimmie to help out with the Grand Oompas. Last night they had their first 'apartment life' crisis. They discovered a mouse in the house! It must have been like an episode of 'I Love Lucy' with the two girls chasing the little critter around the apartment at 12:30 am, trying to catch it in, of all things, an empty toothpaste box.
Enter the apartment complex's handyman extraordinaire with two mouse traps which he strategically placed in the kitchen and living room. Hopefully there will be no more midnight raids by their whiskered intruder.
I suppose my mind really is going because I can't for the life of me figure out how those two girls expected to catch a mouse in a toothpaste box. Of course Kimmie is a blonde and Becca is what I call a 'dark blonde'.