The mouse
Ok so I'm officially bored silly in the cornfield and to top it off I've got a screaming case of bronchitis so I'm confined to bed and wheezing. Not the most pleasant feeling. But this experience on Tuesday night definitely broke the boredom.
I'm sitting in my bedroom trying desperately hard to watch Buffy through the snowy picture of my tv (only station with Buffy is in Indy and we have to watch it off the antenna----depends on the weather if you can see clearly or not...obviously the weather wasn't with me) when I hear my mother yell from the other bedroom that "Tooie has a mouse trapped". Now Tooie is her cat and the mouse is trapped under a dresser. I go into the bedroom and the cat is literally climbing the walls trying to get to this mouse. She has it cornered. So mom gets a fly swatter to slide under the dresser to get the mouse out so Tooie can do what she was born to do. She slides it under the dresser and the mouse comes shooting out from under the dresser and heading right for my mother. Now mind you I am on the bed with the doberman---we are safe from the evil mouse. My mom lets out the most girly scream and then proceeds to break the loudest wind known to man. SEVERAL TIMES!!! (This is from a woman who claims she has NEVER farted). I bust out laughing the cat is attacking the mouse and my mother nearly pisses herself from laughing so hard at her primal defense mechanism. I yelled at her..."what are you going to do...scared the mouse to death with your ass-gun?". This led to my mom running to the bathroom. In the end the cat grabbed the mouse, whacked it around until we caught it and threw it outside.
Ok there is a little bit of fun in the cornfield.
I'm sitting in my bedroom trying desperately hard to watch Buffy through the snowy picture of my tv (only station with Buffy is in Indy and we have to watch it off the antenna----depends on the weather if you can see clearly or not...obviously the weather wasn't with me) when I hear my mother yell from the other bedroom that "Tooie has a mouse trapped". Now Tooie is her cat and the mouse is trapped under a dresser. I go into the bedroom and the cat is literally climbing the walls trying to get to this mouse. She has it cornered. So mom gets a fly swatter to slide under the dresser to get the mouse out so Tooie can do what she was born to do. She slides it under the dresser and the mouse comes shooting out from under the dresser and heading right for my mother. Now mind you I am on the bed with the doberman---we are safe from the evil mouse. My mom lets out the most girly scream and then proceeds to break the loudest wind known to man. SEVERAL TIMES!!! (This is from a woman who claims she has NEVER farted). I bust out laughing the cat is attacking the mouse and my mother nearly pisses herself from laughing so hard at her primal defense mechanism. I yelled at her..."what are you going to do...scared the mouse to death with your ass-gun?". This led to my mom running to the bathroom. In the end the cat grabbed the mouse, whacked it around until we caught it and threw it outside.
Ok there is a little bit of fun in the cornfield.