Ewwwwwww! I'm sitting here at my dining room table trying to catch up on blogs, trying to think of a creative, inspiring something I could post about tonight since I haven't had a creative thought that I wanted to share since Tuesday, when out of the corner of my eye I see something. Mmmm. Those puppies of mine were awful quiet about creeping over here to get cozy by my feet. But as I gaze into the living room, what do I see but two sweet puppies sleeping so peacefully. I look to my left again and sure enough, peeking it's rotten little head out from under the closet door is a MOUSE!!!!!!! Yuck!!!!! There is a mouse in my house!!!!!
I am not a country girl, though I was born and bred in the country. I am in my glory in the burbs, suburbs that is. I want a mall ten minutes from my door and Barnes and Noble even closer. I am not into critters, though my darling children snuck a pet "fancy mouse" into the house a few months ago. Well, it's the mouse ( and I don't mean the fancy mouse, Rachel) or me because there ain't no way in creation I'm sharing my house with a mouse. So now I will not be able to relax, heaven forbid I sleep a wink, until this mouse is out of my house. Ugh!!!