CHRIS CAME DOWN STAIRS TO LET ME KNOW THAT HE WAS READY FOR BED. ALL OF SUDDEN HE SAYS, "MOM, THERE IS A MOUSE RIGHT HERE." "CRAP," I SAID. WE FOUND SOMETHING TO PUT IT IN AND TOOK IT OUT THE FRONT DOOR. I THREW IT IN THE STREET AND THEN I HIT AND HIT AND I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD. NOPE! THAT MOUSE WAS GONE WHEN I WENT BACK OUT TO WATER MY FLOWERS.
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oh man....that is gross!!! I hate mice!!! sneaky little rodent!
Oh, Uck!! I hope he learned his lesson to not mess with you!
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