Raiding the Pantry

This morning, I found evidence of a 30+ pound "mouse" that has been helping himself to items in the pantry. First, it was the bag of marshmallows--opened and shoved on the bottom shelf next to the cereal. Then, I found a box of Girl Scout cookies that was opened, with one ENTIRE SLEEVE of cookies missing...just the wrapper was left in the box.

Just as I was about to mention this "mouse" to Ben, I looked in the kitchen to see his behind peeking out from the pantry. He had climbed in to stand on the bottom shelf and then pulled the door almost all the way closed while he ransacked the snacks. I guess I'll spend part of this rainy day reorganizing the pantry.

Say What?

Just in time for spring, it's another installment of "Ben Says".

Last night, while we were out at dinner, the server brought our bill and jokingly handed it to Ben:
B: What am I supposed to do with this? Make a paper airplane?

This morning while watching cartoons:
B: That freaks me out. It gives me the "shitters".
H: What?
B: The "shitters".
H: Do you mean the "shivers"?
B: Nope. Not when you're cold.
D: Uhhhh...
H: Yeah, the "shivers" when you're cold or scared.
B: Nope. It's the "shitters". You know... like you do when you're really freaked out. You get the "shitters."
D: Right. ShiVVVVVVers.
H: Well, technically, you're both right...
B: Yeah. When you put your fingers in your mouth and look worried... the "shitters."

Easter Eggs (Part 1)

Good grief. I was all set to dye Easter eggs with Ben this afternoon while Don is enjoying the Royal's home opener. I got Ben all whipped into a frenzy about how much fun we'd have with the egg kits I bought--- nothing says "Easter" like Transformers. Anyway, I explained the process, that we'd boil the eggs, let them cool, put the dye tablets in containers, add vinegar and water, watch them fizz, then dip the eggs. The promise of this fantastic event even bought me time to do our taxes uninterrupted. Then I realized.... I bought the same eggs I always buy. Free-range, tree-hugging-hippie-local farm-BROWN eggs. 2 dozen. BROWN eggs. Guess before we boil the eggs, we'll go to the store for white ones.

And, what am I going to do with 4 dozen eggs? Lots of omelets, quiches, egg salad, deviled eggs, etc. in our future. Have I mentioned that I don't even really like eggs? Stupid hippie hens.