ahhhh! ahhhhhhh!!! AHHH!

Gramela: Don't read this. You'll be standing on the counter.

Teaque: This is gonna crack you up.

Everyone Else: I'm not a dirty person. Please don't judge. Lol. The story was too funny not to tell.

Penny came outta the bathroom yesterday with something in her mouth (she tries to eat qtips and kleenex) and as I was about to reach to get it from her mouth, and she dropped it. Ready? It was a little dead mouse. I didn't know if it was dead though. But I was SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amanda was over and I was getting "a bit hysterical". like irate. like... I couldn't stop. lol. I got Penny outta the room and cleaned her mouth really good. (and Lola's like: "PEN! Little Sis! What'd you find!?!?! Why are you so fat and slow...you shoulda rannnn!") Penny just carried it, but still. Filthy. and the mouse is full of poison. Thank goodness she didn't eat it! :( I gave her treats for being a good little hunter. lol. But now we've got "a situation". There's a questionably dead mouse sitting in the middle of my studio floor. I've cracked the door back open (less than an inch so it couldn't get at me if it woke up), and I am looming at it (quivering, frantic breathing, little wimpers, random squeals where i slam the door..then peek back to torture myself further)... and I was kinda getting involuntary "eye-raining" cause it was so gross and freaking me out. I knew I had a mouse though... that wasn't a surprise. It's that it was RIGHT THERE, rigamortised on my floor, and previously in Penny's mouth. I just keep randomly screaming. Yes, like a girl. And i'm like, "AMANDA! Stop hacking youtube and please help me! I'm freakin out over here! I need moral support." ...She holds my sholders and we creep in towards it. I jump back. AHH! She's tougher and takes the dustpan from me... and i'm doing the "I've gotta pee but the line is lonnng" dance with my fingers chattering in my teeth...telling her "you're so brave, thankyou thankyou thankyou, eweee!"...and she's starting to get the dance too... We're both burst-screaming at this point. And then...I start gagging. I have a horrible gag reflex. Like... the thought of certain things... I'll start gagging. (Kody likes to take advantage of this.) Anyways. My hero for the day was Amanda! And we laughed hard afterwards. Then I called Mom and she was like "OHHHHHHH MY GOOOOOODNESS!!!"

There should be a 1-800-Call-Man number for times like these. Maybe he could also shovel the wake from the snowplows at the end of my driveway. Poppy (my car) takes it at a running start to make it over the hump, lol. The ridge is a good foot high. Haha.

Yes. That call a man would be real nice sometimes, lol!