Right this moment I am in my living room drinking too much wine and writing an email (OK, technically I am writing this blog now, but I was writing an email) to distract myself from the fact that I saw a MOUSE in the kitchen. Both my roommates are out, (did I mention I have roommates? All of you who know me already know this, so I don't know why I'm pausing to explain because only people who know me read this blog, and I'm really just slowing down the pace of my narrative) but I am expecting LaShawnda home soon, and we are planning on drinking until mice no longer exist.
I don't think this is an over-reaction.
Drinking may or may not be a reasonable solution to this problem. Either way, the more I drink, the less I fear, so I say pass the bottle please!
Also, shut up!
You don't have a mouse in your kitchen, so what do you know?
To those of you who do have a mouse in your kitchen, I would like to apologize for my rudeness.
Also, I think "Mouse in Your Kitchen" is the name of the hit single from my band, Maximum Crispness.
That's all I got, folks.
I'm going to finish this post, wait for my roommate to get home, and then go to bed.
Please wish me mouse-less dreams.
And as long as you're doing that, please wish me a mouse-less kitchen.
Thank you.
4 comments:
Hey, I think that was the email you were writing to me....maybe :) Although maybe not. I hope the mouse, or mice, have vanished without a trace.
Also, I can't believe there are two posts within a week of each other- gasp!
Keep 'em coming!
-Jenna
:o)
Yes, the email I was writing was to you, Jenna:)
You helped distract me from my fear.
:)
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