The Tale of Despereaux the Dead
8:00AM THIS MORNING GIFTED ME WITH A TEXT FROM ASHLEY.
Attached was a picture of a dead mouse.
Quick someone call Peta.
The message was even better. It read:
“Tell Grams the raisin worked. Don’t tell Aspen I named it Despereaux!”
I’m busy working on other posts. They’re less gross, but what blogger would I be if I didn’t gift you with the gruesome stuff first? Next chapter featuring Glade: Ashley’s cat that might have worms!!
Just kidding.
I’m not even getting close enough to take photos of *that*.
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How is it that I have a cat who spends 73% of his time indoors, and yet I have mice? When outdoors he leaves pieces & “presents” of mice on the doorstep….so I know he is a mouser, and yet I have mice? Niel left work work early this morning, and came home to find me naked in the kitchen (yeah I’d imagine it’s every mans dream to walk in and find their hugely pregnant wife naked in the kitchen with a towel on their head)…and he was like “what are you doing?” so I say, “I just cant decide if I should get dressed or clean up that mouse under the sink….” he says “You’re sh*tting me, theres another one?”
I came to see the comment…did I miss it!?
It’s on my Facebook. Really it’s not a huge deal, I just find it funny that she tells me I have no sympathy for posting a photo of a dead creature that could make people sick if it had lived. (And it’s nothing against her, I’m sure other people didn’t like it too).
Such is the way of blogging…some day I’ll probably get REAL comment hate and the Internet will explode or I’ll run crying to my mom.
And my first thought was… Raisins? Gonna have to tell my mom that one. Guess that makes me insensitive, lol.