5-4-3-2-1... no blind mice

[adoratroubadour]

About a week ago I went to visit Gabriella in Carrollton for the day. I carpooled with her boyfriend Taylor, and during lunch we met up with Michael for quizno's. They have a pepper bar. Afterward, we headed to the pet store to look around. The giant triceratops statue was strange; the giant millipede, disgusting. A barking puppy. Fighting crabs.

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a dance towards death

[cowgirlism]

We are taught to cry over one death, but to lose five loved ones to that unforgiving Lord of Dancing Rodents in the sky within only a few days; there is no polite protocol for a disaster of such pitiless proportion. As a token of consolation and personal grief, I will dress for mourning for as many days the little ones lived.

Re: a dance towards death

[adoratroubadour]

It was a hard week. I never thought I'd be so sad over baby mice. I wish the Lord of Dancing Rodents had just told me what else to do. I would have done it, and I would have done it five times! It all makes me miss Mollie.