...that evenutally, of course, brought good things.
I started crocheting a blanket (for the new babe. Have I mentioned there's a new babe on the way?) today. It's a lovely green. Tonight my very mischevious son, Wade, grabbed my crochet hook and ran away squeeling with delight (unfortunate event #1). Then I brushed his teeth and we put him to bed. Maddy came over and we all went for a swim in the pool (freezing. Well it's indoor, but still freezing). I glanced around for said crochet hook before we went down to the pool, but didn't see anything. When we came back we all worked together to find it...so we moved the couches.
Guess what was behind the couches? MOUSE POO terdies!! I died. Vomited in my mouth a little (unfortunate event #2). Perris was in charge of vacuuming it up, and as he's finishing vacuuming the floor, he gets the window sill, so I go forward to pull up the blinds of 2nd window sill and SCREAM BLOODY MURDER BECAUSE THERE LIES THE DEAD MOUSE (#3, obvi!)!! Maddy was at the kitchen table and in her 29 week pregnant body whips herself up on the chair upon in a FLASH at the sound of my scream. In a second, Perris vacuums the little thing up (it was so so teeny, but I guess all mice are tiny. I did not know this. This is worse than I ever expected because I am always on guard for a mouse to jump out at me in this house, but a BIG mouse. Until today it has never happened.), and I am realizing every muscle in my body spazzed and was now a bit sore.
Disgusting, I know.
So we follow the poopy trail to the cubby (we live above a garage and it's kind of bungalow-roof shaped, so where the floor and the roof meets all through the house are cubbies. We use them for storage) with all the canned goods in it. Not one second can be spared, and we begin to clean it out. Well, Perris cleaned it out (I didn't want to enter) and I moved stuff that he handed me. So now there is hardly ANYTHING on the floor...other mouse poopies are gone, and several mouse traps are set in addition to the ones that were already there.
I hate this. How did the pioneers do these things?!!!!!!!!?? I am no pioneer woman! But, now our cubby is beautiful and we are extra mouse-proofing the home (the good things that came after the unfortunates).
The End.
P.S. Still no sign of the crochet hook.
I started crocheting a blanket (for the new babe. Have I mentioned there's a new babe on the way?) today. It's a lovely green. Tonight my very mischevious son, Wade, grabbed my crochet hook and ran away squeeling with delight (unfortunate event #1). Then I brushed his teeth and we put him to bed. Maddy came over and we all went for a swim in the pool (freezing. Well it's indoor, but still freezing). I glanced around for said crochet hook before we went down to the pool, but didn't see anything. When we came back we all worked together to find it...so we moved the couches.
Guess what was behind the couches? MOUSE POO terdies!! I died. Vomited in my mouth a little (unfortunate event #2). Perris was in charge of vacuuming it up, and as he's finishing vacuuming the floor, he gets the window sill, so I go forward to pull up the blinds of 2nd window sill and SCREAM BLOODY MURDER BECAUSE THERE LIES THE DEAD MOUSE (#3, obvi!)!! Maddy was at the kitchen table and in her 29 week pregnant body whips herself up on the chair upon in a FLASH at the sound of my scream. In a second, Perris vacuums the little thing up (it was so so teeny, but I guess all mice are tiny. I did not know this. This is worse than I ever expected because I am always on guard for a mouse to jump out at me in this house, but a BIG mouse. Until today it has never happened.), and I am realizing every muscle in my body spazzed and was now a bit sore.
Disgusting, I know.
So we follow the poopy trail to the cubby (we live above a garage and it's kind of bungalow-roof shaped, so where the floor and the roof meets all through the house are cubbies. We use them for storage) with all the canned goods in it. Not one second can be spared, and we begin to clean it out. Well, Perris cleaned it out (I didn't want to enter) and I moved stuff that he handed me. So now there is hardly ANYTHING on the floor...other mouse poopies are gone, and several mouse traps are set in addition to the ones that were already there.
I hate this. How did the pioneers do these things?!!!!!!!!?? I am no pioneer woman! But, now our cubby is beautiful and we are extra mouse-proofing the home (the good things that came after the unfortunates).
The End.
P.S. Still no sign of the crochet hook.