Little Critters and True Blonds
I wish I had pictures for this entry, but alas, it all happened too fast....
First of all, can you picture that arcade game that you've played at Chuckee Cheese with your kiddos, where you smash the gopher or whatever as he pops up -- you smash him down the hole with a bat or something, and you get points when you are faster than he is? Does that ring a bell?
Well, imagine Marshall and Claudia, 10:30 pm last night, playing "smash the crazy cute gray mouse with a broomstick" in the kitchen! Boy, what a fun game! (especially when little Gray was in the sink and kept jumping straight up in the air and we'd hit him back down, hoping he'd find his way to the disposal...) Claudia discovered the little booger munching leftover biscuits (in a sealed baggie!) and screamed. Yes, screamed. After always making fun of screaming mouse-scaredy women. Marshall dashed downstairs and the game began. Needless to say, the mouse won.
The rest of the night was spent tossing and turning, Claudia wondering if mice can climb stairs and attack. Marshall was devising more efficient methods of disposing of mice. Both of us were wondering why we are paying an exterminator to take care of these things, that are obviously not taken care of..... Rest assured, Mr. Pest Man came first thing this morning!
This morning was when we rushed all around the house in a frantic hum, after our showers -when we heard this strange rattling sound in the walls above the shower. We were just sure it was our next big home flood, or perhaps the pipes were just gonna bust through the walls this time. Maybe it was even electric! Great! Let's have an electrical fire! Marshall checked all the breaker switches while I stayed upstairs to listen for a change in the rattle..... no go. Nothing worked.
I finally stood up in the shower to see just what it could be! "it's right in this corner," I said to myself (Claudia, the "blond" one)....."I just know it!" I felt the walls, I put my ear to the wall. I looked down. And there was my battery powered razor that I forgot to turn off after my shower. Wow. That made it stop altogether! I fixed it! Marshall was somewhat pleased to hear this news, and we both got a huge laugh out of it. Thank goodness we hadn't called a plumber yet!
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