And all I want is pizza

OMGYOUGUYS. I'm officially playing cat-and-mouse with our mouse and I've got the handicap: he's already got dibs on being the mouse which means I have to play the cat, and I am nowhere near fast enough. He has outsmarted me about twenty times so far, and all I've done so far is make him fatter. This would work if my strategy was to slow him down to the point of a waddle so I could just pick him up and throw him out the back door, but I don't foresee that happening. Meanwhile I'm pretty sure he's building himself a little throne and crowning himself king of the kitchen.

I'll bet he's friends with yesterday's fox.

Because I have to leave for a birthday party approximately ten minutes ago and I'm a big fan of cheating, here are some photos. It was either this or letting my friends do a live blog at the party, and I think we can all agree that would be a bad* idea.

So introducing...SWITZERLAND!

At least I think it is. This was soooo a year ago and we know how my dementia is going.

Glacial lake. Probably. Pond? I do recall an insanely long hike to get here, at which point it was so windy I nearly froze to death in the length of time it took to snap this. But look at that peak in the distance!

This was the mountain-top village we stayed in. 

Obscene, right?

So Switzerland has that going for it. There are a million more where these came from but the story I really want to tell is how we nearly died** on an Argentinian road trip, so that is coming soon.

Big hugs and lots of love,
Esss

*Or a very, very good idea. Half of them are professional writers so it probably would've been the best post of the month.
**Okay, slight exaggeration. But SERIOUSLY.