Remember When...

I was speaking earlier about how I liked being single except for certain times, ie, garbage day, etc etc. Yeah... well... I'd like to add a day to the list

PICKING UP THE DEAD MOUSE DAY!!!!

Seriously! I put decon in the garage because there was evidence of a little mouse hanging out. Well the other day I was out playing in the yard and my son was like "LOOK mom, look what the neighbor boy and I found!" and I look on the floor of my garage, right under the rake and I let out a yelp, and jump back a little. Now mind you, it wasn't overly dramatic, because as I was opening my mouth to scream, I realized that I had a 5yr old with me, and that I had to teach him to be manly about this stuff, so I had to be fake manly, mixed with a wee bit of screaming girly. So it was like a split second "AAH" and then a "Ohhhh... where did that come from?" **Playing it all cool...**

Anyway I left the freaking mouse there just in case A) it came back to life and decided to drag itself out of my way, and dispose of itself properly or B) Prince Charming would show up at my door, wielding his sword, and move the mouse for me, then pick me up and ride off into the sunset with me. Either one, had about an equal chance of happening, so why not dream big, right? Fast forward to today when I'm walking out my door, and I look down on the side of my front walkway and there is the dead mouse!!!! I ask the neighbor boy if he moved it... Noooooooo he says, I ask my son if he moved it.... Nooooope. I sure as heck know I didn't move it, so now I'm thinking it is, in fact, a mutant mouse thing. It is at this point that I realize I need to make the bad mouse go away which is going to involve me... moving... the mouse. **Sigh**

So I grabbed the rake that it was so fond of and I raked it back. I raked, and raked and raked this little thing. I watched it roll, and roll, and roll across my yard until finally it reached it's final resting spot....

The road

Is that bad?