Getting ready for bed. Let dogs out. Im playing Zelda so I distractedly let them back in and go back to the sofa to finish up & save my game. Lucy ambles over, stands next to me for a moment, then solemnly deposits a dead, dog-spit covered mouse in my lap. I scream and flail; the dogs scatter, the mouse goes flying. Get myself under control. Look around...where is the dead mouse? Turn on all the lights. Look on the sofa, the floor, no mouse. Check dogs; they dont have it. By now Im having nervous flashbacks to the infamous tomato incident of 2010 (see link below if you dont know about the tomato incident). I finally find the mouse on the coffee table wedged between Clarissa and a stack of National Geographics. So the mouse has been decently disposed of, but Im wide awake now, and Lucy keeps glaring at me. nsomniasaum.blogspot/2010/09/where-is-other-tomato.html?m=1
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 06:35:06 +0000
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