Of course, no one believes that. But, I did just get a big one. And, with my BARE FOOT, no less.
Well, my foot was bare, but apparently a very large - and I mean VERY large mouse was under the rug that my coffee table sits on in the living room.
I walked to the couch to sit next to the The Husband God Gave Me and heard AND felt a funny crunching sound.
I will NEVER forget the sound, nor the sensation.
But of course, I could not believe it, and flipped back the rug to see. I jumped and screamed in horror.
THGGM didn't even flinch, nor spill a drop of coffee from his cup.
His only comment was "Is it dead?"
Is it dead?!?!
Is the pope Catholic? If Kate Moss had stepped on it, it might have had a chance. But not with me. No. Not with me.
He buried him at sea.
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And, if you know Oldest Son, please send him an e-mail wishing him a "HAPPY IT SHOULD BE YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY". His actual birth didn't happen until the 12th. He should be 25. But alas, he is still only 24 today.
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(and a side note - i failed to separate 'living room'. spell check suggested that i might have meant 'lebenstraum' lebenstraum? ah, yes, i'm always confusing my living room with my lebenstraum.)
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Thanks for reminding me of the only time I was ever late (until I got married).
When I was scooting down the stairs on my butt because I can't walk, I put my hand on the next step and touched a very large wolf spider. I shall never forget the sensation.
Did you know that Blogger's spell-check doesn't recognize "blog"?
I remember when a cat brought a live mouse into the house. In a split second, my dad stomped him very dead. It was really the only thing to be done, and he did it immediately.
Well, I am glad it was a big one! Maybe this will bode well, for not so many descendants! And at least you stepped on it with the rug over it!!
I don't know what "lebenstraum" is, but "lebensraum" is German for "life room".
Perhaps Blogspot is attempting to be inclusive of all languages, including German.
Oh yuck! That's a story to reduce the appetite. (I'm talking about the mouse, of course.)
This is too funny - just after I read your post, I walked across the room to get a drink, and wouldn't you know it, I stepped on a squishy, mouse-sized toy and NEARLY LOST MY DRINK! The mind does strange things when you've just read about a squashed mouse! I was happy to see it was only a toy, and it was resilient enough to survive being trod upon.
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