Friends and...mice
We spent Thanksgiving with our long-time friends. We met just before my second son was born, 17 years ago. We have stayed close and intouch through the years. Mary, who you see in the pic. with me, is one of my dearest friends in the whole wide world. We are so alike, in so many ways. She loves this picture Micah took of us because she was on the phone with her sister who she is also very close too. Two of her favorite people she said.
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Mice problems....again. This time, (hold on to your hat) I was cooking a pot of oatmeal and this little grey blur ran across the stove-top. I'm totally serious. It took refuge under one of the burners and would peek it's little pointy face out every now and again to see if the coast was clear. How in the heck did it get up on the stove top!!?? I'm not the squeemish type, after 4 sons I've held all kinds of lizards, bugs, frogs and the like. But, when that mouse ran across the stove-top, while I was cooking, I felt like screaming. A good Ol' "girly, prissy, I'm going to faint" type of scream. But I didn't. My family would never let me hear the end of it if I did so, I just let out a big "eeewwwwwwwwww!" Long story short, we caught that one later in the day hiding behind the toaster. End of story?...oh no. Another one this morning...on the stove-top AGAIN!!! This one dive-bombed off the stove and hid under the piano. The kids caught it and put it in a garden bucket for its ride to the back of the property. I think mice are kinda cute...in a cage, running in one of those wheels, hiding their food etc...but on the STOVE? Gross. I said earlier that I don't like to kill them, well, they're pushing their luck.

















