It's Raining Mice

Salmon River

So Mojo went kayaking this weekend up the Salmon River in Connecticut. It was a lovely time, though a bit rainy at first, and I spent at least some of the morning with my Sainted Favorite Mother's words in my head, said whenever I started whining about the rain: "You're neither sugar nor salt. You won't melt."

This Just In From The "I Really Didn't Need to Know That" Department

Red Eft
"Buy me! Buy me!"

 

The Favorite Husband, who is a kindly sort, came home the other day, sighed, and announced, "I'm afraid I just accidentally ran over one of those little red efts in the driveway."

I responded sympathetically, with the observation that I was surprised it did not happen more often, because after a rain there are THOUSANDS of the little guys underfoot, and if you are in a car it would be terribly difficult to avoid them. Same with frogs. You'd never know amphibians are having a tough go of it worldwide, because we are still literally swarming with them when it rains, or early in the morning when they are (apparently) cavorting in the dew.

But nonetheless I felt bad for him, for he felt bad, because for some reason despite our driving about like mad we really don't have too many killings in the driveway. Last one I recall was a fairly large toad, and that was YEARS ago, and it was a fairly horrifying find, but I'm still measuring these events in close to DECADES. My theory is that there is no cover from the sun, so they are less likely to be out there in the first place. But what do I know.

Anyway, the Favorite Husband moped around and looked sad, but being the ever-observant scientist sort that he is, he could not help but add, "Oh, um, by the way--it turns out they're orange on the inside as well."

So now you know.

Mojo

 

A Rose By Any Other Name

RosesMy father-in-law recently died, so my Favorite Husband has been rather busy the past few months getting his nearly 90-year-old mother’s finances in order, since she is of the generation that often did not, uh, allow women to be in the loop on such matters.

YESSSS!!!11!

You just know it's gonna be a good day when the fictional annoying child you have met and grown to detest over the past two or three weeks falls into an unsupervised, unfenced pool in the middle of the night.

Ooops!

More FUN WITH SPAM! Or, Mojo Becomes an EVENT PLANNER

It's been a while. Let's look into Mojo's bursting emailbag and see what falls out, huh? Oh, look, here's one entitled "Content Ideas You'd like". Maybe the rest of it will make up for not capitalizing the "L" in the title, since they capitalized everything else. Because really, what DOESN'T Mojo like? Except large parties, that is. We hates them.

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