I knew it.

That little map thing in the margin of my page is useless. I always had an inkling that it was. Today the list of places from which my site has been visited is so ridiculously out of whack. Belgium? Brazil? Germany? Mexico? Turkey? China? Chile? Seriously doubtful that I have that kind of popularity. Not even 90% of my friends and family know I have this blog. Stupid map thing.

A Sunset Cruise is always nice

There was not much of a sunset (view looking toward St. Thomas), but here are a few photos from our little boat trip last Wednesday night. It is amazing how intoxicated one can get with only an hour and a half on a boat. Boat trip = Boozin'.

At this very moment II

10 hours later...Mother has now assumed the role of child beater. At least Grandma's not still singing.

At this very moment

Listening to my elderly West Indian neighbor belting out church songs (her porch is right outside my window). Only a few minutes ago she was screaming at and beating her little granddaughter who lives there. This is very typical.

Melt my little heart

I just found out a former high school friend of mine and his wife adopted a baby. And it seems a bunch of their friends are doing the same! As adoption has been my biggest priority since I can remember (eh, dare I say elementary school?) for myself and for everyone, this makes me really excited. Now if I could just get the people I know who eventually will want kids on that same bandwagon...

Oh yeah

I got my hair chopped. 6 inches! And bangs! I haven't had bangs since middle school, and they were a completely different animal then. I really am a short-haired girl at heart. Plus, it is getting too hot for anything long.

While we slept

An epic battle for life ensued just feet from where we slept. How did we sleep through said battle? I say a big thanks to a large bottle of wine.

So what exactly happend? Well, many of my friends know that through the years our little apartment has been a bit of a critter super highway. When our latest rat visitor came over last week, we did what we always do...set up a plethora of traps. We got poison, old-fashion rat traps with peanut butter, and the little sticky paper thing (do not complain to me about being inhumane...rats deserve the slow death if it gets stuck on that thing).

Well...when we woke up this morning we saw the cupboard below the sink open and the rug all in a bunch with the dust pan and little hand broom stuck to the upside down sticky rat paper. The rat escaped from the sticky paper, but not with his tail. Ew. I guess if it comes down to gnawing your own tail off to survive, you just do it.

Our apartment isn't much more than a hallway, so this all went down about 5 feet from our bed. Again, thank you red wine.

Mr. Rat may have escaped this time, but I know his days are numbered because he's been eating the poison. Fingers crossed that he dies outside and not in our cistern or behind our fridge.