On another front, we got our new generator and electrical hookups today, thus guaranteeing no extended power outages in the near future. When my husband showed me how to use the new equipment in the garage, I noticed what was possibly the same mouse (or a near relative of the mid-sized brown variety), now dead in a trap. Poor, poor mouse.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Turmoil
On Sunday night we had an unexpected guest drop by the house. He didn't get along well with some of the members of the family. There was a period of screaming and running and knocking over furniture. The chaos stopped just short of bloodshed. It ended when my husband caught the mouse while the two useless idiots cats watched. My kind-hearted husband released the mouse in the yard. I spent a good deal of time yesterday setting the sewing room back in order. Yes, the mouse was in my sewing room! How did I ever get so much fabric? And how does it get so dusty in there?
On another front, we got our new generator and electrical hookups today, thus guaranteeing no extended power outages in the near future. When my husband showed me how to use the new equipment in the garage, I noticed what was possibly the same mouse (or a near relative of the mid-sized brown variety), now dead in a trap. Poor, poor mouse.
On another front, we got our new generator and electrical hookups today, thus guaranteeing no extended power outages in the near future. When my husband showed me how to use the new equipment in the garage, I noticed what was possibly the same mouse (or a near relative of the mid-sized brown variety), now dead in a trap. Poor, poor mouse.
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LOL...I can remember getting a mouse in my walk-in linen closet that held all that odd ball stuff we keep in the house. I never did get it to all fit back in. Glad to hear the mouse got an extra life...thought that was only for cats :o)
i think fuzzer & izzi need to show 'em how it's done!!! they love to catch the mice and play with them!! :)
When we had a cat, he brought home a mouse. Mike and I jumped up on the couch, the cat and mouse ran down the hall. Mike got down off the couch, looked at me and said: "I'm going to bed. Your cat, your mouse". WHAT!?!?!?!? Yup, Tigger and I had to take care of the mouse. I locked them in the bathroom and let him have at it and went to bed.
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