Four o’clock in the morning…a laughable time to be up doing anything but counting sheep. This girl is NOT a morning person, but not really a night owl either. I guess that makes me more of a loves-to-sleep kind of person. But this morning, like most Tuesdays, I get up at 4 AM. I have a standing breakfast date with a dear friend each Tuesday at 5:30. Nothing like some Waffle House to start your day off right! I really look forward to these days, though. Once I get over the initial dread of pulling myself out of bed, I realize that I am blessed with something that we all…

Everyone has those little irrational phobias. Me? Mice and crickets. If you want to terrify me, put one of those in front of me. Why innocent little melodious crickets make my stomach flip, I don’t know. Both my husband and my father understand how real it is though, as they were constantly called to ‘cricket killing’ duty. But mice. These pesky little rodents that infiltrate the tiniest of spaces and wreak havoc on your belongings. These, I despise. In my previous apartment we had a mouse problem. It was an old house with any number of ways for mice to get in. They ate the back half of my pantry before…