Day 238 – Chickens, Mice, and Scarlett O’Hara

There was a scuffling coming from the chicken area.  Unlike the usual scuffling that occurs when the girls are outside nearby, this one is much more frantic as though there was a predator in the pen with them. 

DJ being the overly anxious kid that she is ran outside, jumped off the porch and into the pen, then screamed “POPO!!”

He quickly ran outside – he too had heard the scuffling and assumed the worst.

Then I hear my name being called with “bring your camera”.  I knew it was both alright and worthy of a picture.

This is what DJ found:

Ms Money Penny caught herself a mouse, a mouse who clearly was trying to get at her food.  Garbanzo said she must have snapped its neck.  Regardless, the lesson for the mice in the area is “don’t fuck with the chickens.” And, “go away, no one will let you live in or around this house.”

I should mention that in addition to this one, Katchoo killed three more in the yard this morning.  We suspect that the work next door, chicken feed, and the guy with all of the shit in his yard has all created quite the mouse population.  I doubt my compost pile as well as the neighbors’ compost isn’t helping deter them. 

They are out of the house – so I’m happier now.

After Garbanzo wrestled Ms Money Penny for her mouse (she did not want to relinquish it), we went to have dinner with our friends.  A few weeks ago, I spoke about our friends from college that get together and have gluttonous food and drink sessions.  We had another one tonight.

Tonight’s theme: Southern food.  Beef brisket, collard greens, black eyed peas, hush puppies, fried okra, fried green tomatoes, corn bread, and homemade BBQ sauce made up the dinner menu.  For dessert, Garbanzo made peach pie and Mississippi Mud Pie.  Holy shit were they good.  We are all in a food coma as I type.

I also served as bartender for the night.  At Paige’s recommendation, I made Scarlett O’Haras – cranberry juice, southern comfort, dash of lime.  And, found Scarlett’s counterpart – the Rhett Butler (southern comfort, Orange curacao, lime juice, lemon juice – shaken in ice).  We drank almost the whole bottle of Southern Comfort. In fact, Garbanzo is passed out in bed as I type.

I have to watch out for Garbanzo when he’s been drinking.  A comment was made about wanting to unbutton pants (being so full), and he looks at our friend who said it and said “Honey, I didn’t realize it was that kind of party.  And, I thought we would at least wait until the kids have gone to sleep. Then we can work off some dinner.”

Our friend the doctor and her husband chuckled along as they pretended they understood the joke.  (It was clear by their faces that they did not.)  Garbanzo’s friend & college fraternity brother whose wife he made the comment to was laughing quite loudly because he did understand.  His wife is actually laughing out loud and made some comment about Garbanzo just wanting to see her blue nipple.  (She had breast cancer a couple of years ago, and the dye they used to check lymph nodes has never left her body and has turned her nipple a bluish tint.)  And, I just shook my head wondering at what point is he going to be around our friends and say too much.  Definitely need to limit his alcohol consumption.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Just me... says:

    That picture is priceless!! I had been told that they would kill mice, but had never seen it..
    As for the alcohol, well.. Southern Comfort has loosened my tongue (and other things) a time or two as well.. :):)
    And I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t even think of the Rhett Butler’s.. :):):)

  2. Osbasso says:

    I want to see the blue nipple!

    Ms Money Penny even has that “don’t fuck with me” look in her eye!

  3. Emmy says:

    Paige, While the Scarlett O’Hara was a hit, the Rhett Butler lived up to being a true rogue. I suspect the boys all had to sleep of its affects this morning. It was good though.

    Osbasso – Garbanzo has been asking to see it for two years now, and she won’t show it to him. Hell, her husband has even given his approval. Maybe one day. 🙂 And Ms Money Penny is not a chicken to be fucked with, that is for certain!

  4. Those drinks sound so good and would have had me out for days 🙂

    Gotta love Ms Money Penny

  5. What do I have to do to get invited to one of these parties.

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