"A Vacation From My PROBLEMS!"

It is officially April Vacation, which is a vacation for Aaron and less of one for me. To celebrate this occasion we attended my very first Wine Tasting and then we had some good eats and good times at The Pigeon Coop.

As far as the wine tasting goes: I've got a long road to travel. All the reds tasted the same to me: like the blood of christ- communion wine. The white was ok, but nothing I'd want to drink even a full glass of, and the pink one? the rose? It smelled lovely, tasted boozey.

Gimme a mixed drink any day. But I'm learning. I'm willing to learn. The taste buds will have to catch up with the will I suppose.

D & A's was fun. I learned some simple new recipes, had some good laughs and was pooped before 11! It felt like a LOOOONG week. Plus I always feel a little like we overstay our welcome places!

Then we got a superb present, a gift from our cats, when we arrived home. Somehow they (more likely Ellit, since grey is not the adventurer) managed to knock our mouse cage down from the place we thought to be impregnable. SECURITY BREACH! Yup. Disaster. Messy, gross, sawdust and feces scattered disarray.

"Hey, enjoy your fist night of vacation, fuckers!"- Elliot the cat.

Thanks Elliot, we sure will. Enjoy your night imprisoned in the bathroom you lousy hooligan.

And Wally? MIA, as expected. The cage is almost a total loss, craked, shattered, broken. We'll clean out the useable accessories, the tubes and such, and build our hamster a bigger pad (like he even cares, he probably won't even notice his additional wing of living space).

But no sign of Wally. We don't believe the cats ate him, or even caught him. Now we just have to wonder where he might be and IF he's still in the apartment. We've set two humane traps, but no luck so far. He's a fat little fucker as I always indulged him in peanutbutter, choclate, and other dilectible goodies and he didn't get nearly enough exercise. This guy won't be hungry for days, maybe even weeks.

So we spent the evening dealing with the detritus of Wally's obliterated home, sweeping, vacuuming, lysol-ing, and a very grateful evening in our loft where we felt very confident he could not manage to get up there ans run all over us in our sleep.

I honestly hope the little guy made it to freedom. I had planned on releasing him later this spring when the weather was good- he deserved open fields and adventure, not our little enclosure with three squares and few worries, no matter how groovy the ovohamster habitat may have been.

Neither of the cats have been acting as though he's still anywhere around, which is good news, I think. Now begins operation "keep your eyes and ears peeled" for anything mouse-y. Ugh. We were slated to do spring cleaning this week anyhow, now it just has a more urgent feeling.