Had a pretty eventful morning this morning. As I embarked on my usual beautifying journey and headed to the basement to iron my skirt, I was quite alarmed (to say the least) by a mouse scurrying above me in the rafters. I then proceeded to burn myself with the iron. Doh!Why is it that a creature roughly the size of a softball can creep you out so much? Would someone please make sure the mouse is gone before I get home? Pretty please?
2 comments:
He'll be dead before you know it.
That's it. Take the ironing board upstairs to your room. Never go in the basement again. Ever.
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