The Adult

20 something daughter turns 21 today.  She's a grown up person now. And for some reason this birthday of hers has brought me a deep sense of accomplishment throughout the day.  Happy Birthday, 20 something.  Now you are really 20 something, and not 20 nothing.  You are so loved. And so loving.  We  are feeling v. lucky around here, just knowing you and knowing you'll be home in less than 3 weeks.

But here's the bad part.  We've got a chipmunk running around in the house.  We see it every few days, darting here and there.  It ate a package of ramen in the laundry room/pantry area.  And it's freaking me out.  Turns out we have a live trap, but come on.  I'm supposed to pick up a cage with a live chipmunk in it, gnashing its teeth and growling at me and throwing its body against the cage walls?????