So here is last night's ABSOLUTELY TRUE conversation with Mike at about 3 am...
Mike...Mike...wake up (always a dicey issue, as my vodka-swilling better half often sleeps like a drunk. Amazingly, he says...)
Yes, what can I do you for?
I say,
There's a mouse in the house. It's in the living room. What do I do?
He says,
Does it have a bow tie on?
I say,
I don't think so.
He says,
Then don't worry. You only have to worry about the ones with bow ties on...they're the sneaky ones.
Strangely comforted, I go back to sleep.
So...on to other things that I KNOW will pique your interest.
Our little hotel has had some interesting guests lately. What is the deal with bringing 1 and 2 year old babies up a freakin' volcano? Don't know...but I've had 2 families accomplish it in the past 2 weeks. Europeans. Whatever. Must be some Christmas spirit manifesting itself in some strange way. Speaking of which, I posted a video on rbrmechapa YouTube of Davidson with a Santa hat on. I felt very bad about it. It seemed to violate some holiday rule that one should never exploit farm animals for selfish and self-serving photo ops. BUT, it is sort of cute, except for the fact that he tried to kick me after I finished video-ing and went to go fill the water tank. Oh, Davidson. Wipe that smile off your face!
New news on the animal front, while we're at it...Mimbo the yellow cat died after eating the mouse poison I left in the house for the .... mouse. Something you never need to see...ever. Here's the weird part. I'm in the kitchen, it's about 5 pm and the doors are shut and a little thing runs across the floor. Naturally, I think it's a mouse, without a bow tie, but it's actually a little kitten. She was dropped off by a chicken hawk with a conscious, landed outside the kitchen door and worked her way in. She is, by far, the ugliest cat I have ever seen. Besides the fact that she was dropped by a chicken hawk from an unknown height, she has a strange hair lip thingy going on. Sweet, yes. Absorbed Mimbo's "best cat ever" spirit, for sure. Evokes that "Oh my gosh, what is UP with that cat's face?!" look, every time.
Keeping the animal spirit moving forward...we slaughtered our final pig, Brad Pitt, two days ago. I hate to admit it, but it sure is a nice idea to raise your own food, name it, love it, shoot it and put it in the freezer. I think they would call that "eco-friendly."
I have so much more to say...who would have thought after all this time! And PROMISE that the Mama will forward all of Coqueta's sexy thoughts...when I can...if only those darn bow ties would stay out of my head!
BTW, the Mechapa Mama is publishing her first book on Amazon called "Chinandega hates you" very soon- OK, so the title is under review, but it will be out soon!
