For those of you concerned about the status of Saturday's mouse, he is fine. I think. As far as I know. He went away and I eventually tried to sleep only to be woken up by an astounding ruckus upstairs, so...they may have discovered Mr. Mouse and he may not be fine. I'm not sure. Either way, I didn't hear him the rest of the night, nor did I
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Hopefully he is alive ;)))! But not at your flat! :)))! Ohaaaa, Mr. Mouse he is!!!!! Very äääähm, "pompös"!!!! *ggg*
A friend of mine reads doctors_demons *gggg* I´am really curious what she ´ll think about the boys ;)))!
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight *yawns*
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And just because it's practically tradition for me to divulge embarrassing anecdotes in your journal, I'll have you know that my one grandmom still insists on calling me 'Meggie-mouse' to this day. *g*
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But...my friends have had mice for a long time now and let me just say, you really can't be nice once you've got a ton of them like that. They tried. :(
AWWWW! Hee! *g* That is *so* cute! Hee-hee! Your grandmom is made of win. :)
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Eww. Agreed. One is cute, but many are... exponentially less cute.
She is one with the endearing-but-embarrassing nicknames. For reasons unknown, my little sister is 'cricket'. Don't ask us what's with the common pest theme...! *g*
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Oh, very. And...they're cute to look at but having one run over your foot...not as cute.
Awww! Well, my parents, both of them still call all three of us kids 'shug' - as in sugar, but never actually lengthened to that. I doubt they even register that that's the root - to this day. Oddly enough, while it seems like something a southern waitress would say, it doesn't seem weird coming from them. Heh.
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