Thursday, November 30, 2006

Dear Steve (Part 3),

Now you REALLY need to get your ass home. I was all happy and calm, thinking the little shit of a mouse in the trap was it for now. But noooo... I just had a 3 minute stare-down with one of his little bastard friends, who is, most definitely, still alive. The little fucker was like 8 feet away from me and didn't flinch when I yelled, made noise, stomped my feet, and acted like an idiot trying to scare him into the crack in the wall he was standing next to. He didn't move until I threw a container of Clorox wipes in his direction.

So hon, get your ass home NOW and do something about these little rodents that seem to think they can make themselves at home here.

Love,
Your wife.

4 comments:

beth said...

eeeeiiiikkk!! I don't know which is worse - a dead mouse or a live one.

Hey, maybe it's a compliment. Yours is the coziest, comfiest house around! ;-)

mamatulip said...

Ewwwwwww...

Gracey said...

Allison, you poor thing. First fleas and now mice!! You just can't catch a break!

Tink said...

Have you ever thought about getting a cat? ;)