Sam is home

Even if I didn't see Sam, I would know when she is home. My load of dishes goes up--a LOT. Not that I mind, but a new cup every time you get a drink? *sigh*.

My food disappears. It is like having a mouse in the house that can get into every cupboard, fridge and knows how to use the microwave! My raisins disappeared. Then my yogurt went missing. The apple cider (for my mulled apple cider) started getting lower in the container. She says "Blame Dad." Dad doesn't like yogurt, raisins or apple cider. Her solution? Blame him anyway.

I find dirty dishes everywhere. On the table, on the counters, on the floor, the computer desk...wherever the "mouse" has been, it leaves dirty dishes...and wrappers. Gum wrappers, bar wrappers, the plastic that crackers are wrapped in. Nothing is left untouched.

At least she doesn't eat meat. If she did, the freezer would be totally empty and I would have to lock the cats and dogs up for fear she would get a craving for meat in the middle of the night.

For now, I will buy groceries when necessary and restock when Miss Mouse goes back to University.