Today’s mood may be encapsulated by an interchange with the boyo (aka the man with whom I am theoretically involved in a relationship), as he navigated his morning commute on the other side of the country. As I bitched about my now FIVE different types of mouse traps and inability to catch it or them, quote he:

Wow, even the mice are rejecting you.

Followed by giggles and chuckles on his end of the phone.

Some gals get romance, but not I.