Not Mickey.

Not Mickey.

What do you do about mice? Hubby plugged up every hole he could find with steel wool. There's poison behind our fridge and oven, I don't want to put it anywhere else, I have a dog and two little kids, so it's just not safe. So what do I do? Traps? A cat? Some other fabulous solution of which I am unaware?
That there are some pretty red dots, my tree.

That there are some pretty red dots, my tree.

New and Improved

New and Improved

Pictures of my Kawaii Room

Pictures of my Kawaii Room

Oh my goodness!!!

Oh my goodness!!!

An Azalea

An Azalea

Oh, the conundrum….

Oh, the conundrum….