Life's not fair, or, a departure from the topic of mice (except not really)

Marie has these mice at her house, two of them, Bambina and Not-Named-Yet. And then she also has our whole maze at her house too. And me? I just have me. That's why she has so much more content to blog about. (Don't get me wrong, I promise I'm not bitter about this.) See, PETA doesn't come to my house to investigate attempted mouse starvation.

So I could decide, hey, I just want to blog. I could talk about learning Seussical music on the piano or our lemon cookies on the counter or even how I've been reading my old notebooks full of randomness and they are hilarious.

But then that wouldn't fit with the blog. And blogs are usually centered around one thing (and often this one thing is the random ramblings of the blog author, but whatever), which is, in this case, mice. Particularly Bambina and Not-Named-Yet.

So I have to be creative. Like putting random photos with captions or introducing a stuffed monkey. Or talking about how I don't know what to talk about.

Which is all ok.

But usually somewhere in my ramblings about not knowing what to blog about I get some random idea. Which is, in this case, to name our unnamed mouse. Because really, it would be sad to go through life only referred to as Not-Named-Yet.

When Marie and I started naming the mice, we decided almost right away that they should have Italian names. Giuliano was an instant choice but unfortunately we can't use it because both of our mice are girls. Bambina was chosen from a narrowing-down of sorts, starting with this list. Which is where we will start again.

Now, I'm feeling kind of lazy today, so instead of actually picking some favorites I will let our massive group of loyal readers do it. Yup. That means you. Find some favorite Italian names, ones that would fit mice, especially these mice.

And if you don't feel like it, then just remember poor little Not-Named-Yet and that you're doing this for her.

-Wendy

A note about our great herd of followers that we don't have, stuffed dormice, and a letter to the president

So I was thinking (a dangerous thing to do if you are Marie), and I decided that it would really help if we actually had some people to follow our blog. But we don't. Sad. So, if you are reading this and your name is not Wendy or Marie, you should follow us. I'm not kidding. And you should also get your friends to follow our blog because, ummm, because you should. Oh, and because when we become famous, world renowned scientists, you can say you followed us on Google Blogger.

Besides, mice are like totally awesome!!!

Really. They are. I'm not lying. By the way, did you know lying is a sin? It is. So don't do that. Lying, I mean. It's bad and you shouldn't do it or else you might go to the hot pla-

Wait, how is lying related to mice? Hmmm, wonder how I got on that subject...

Anyways, I've always thought that Three Blind Mice poem was really weird. Like, really, who sits around and writes poems about mice running around and having their tails chopped off? That's just sick. I mean, the tails would probably wiggle around on the floor after you chopped them off... SO GROSS!!!!

My little sister just read that bit about chopping tails off while she was spying over my shoulder. She ran out of the room screaming. Just kidding. She was like, "Marie, that is so weird, what are you writing, anyways?" I told her it was a letter to the president. She was quite impressed.

The other day when I was looking through my grandmother's hundred-year-old cookbook, I saw a recipe for stuffed dormouse. I still can't figure out whether it contained live mice or not but it seemed to be some sort of stuffing put inside a crepeish sort of thing and shaped like a mouse; ears eyes, nose and the whole bit. I wonder if you're supposed to de-bone the mice first??? It seems like that would be rather hard, don't you think??? In any case, it looked rather unappetizing and I don't see how anybody even came up with the recipe in the first place.

By the way, have you heard the one about the mouse crossing the road???

Dude 1: "Why did the mouse cross the road?"

Dude 2: "I dunno."

Dude 1: "Because it was taped to the chicken!!!!"

Both: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Dude 2: "Wait, why is that funny?"

Dude 1: "I dunno... Hey!!! Have you heard the one about the mouse who crossed the road?"

Dude 2: "Naw, tell me!!!"

So, yeah, you get the point. It is a pretty good joke. If you're a dude 1 or dude 2. If you're not, then you might as well have not read that because you just completely wasted your time. Oh, excuse me, I have to go eat a biscuit. So long for now!!!!

-Marie

Ps. Why do people say 'so long for now' anyways? Why don't they say 'so short for now'? Perhaps I am the first human being on earth to think of this... or perhaps not. Anyways, so short for now!!!