A mouse just ran through my living room while I was painting my toenails. I screamed because, obviously. Husband comes and informs me that “he doubts I saw anything because our (overweight, unconscious) chihuahua hadn’t barked”. I interrupted his speech by screaming again as it ran out from behind the couch. I will admit this time it was partially a scream of triumph because I was right. Hubs and the mouse are currently bonding in the hubs office. I told him not to come out until one of them is either dead, or encased in a container so they can be released outside.
Musings Of A Middle Aged Woman
Leanne’s Musings