he sets a trap and convinces me we WON'T see him again until he is dead. He told me mice don't want to be around people and was pretty sure that my shrill scared him far into hiding. Still determined to accomplish my tasks for the day, I entered the room again. I was a little leery, but I decided I could do this. I was standing in the door looking around and Jeff lifts up Savannah's white board and that furry little son of a gun ran out and ran into my foot (thank you Lord for telling me to put my tennis shoes on this morning) and then took back off toward Jeff. I lost it!! I ran out outside screaming and just broke down into full on sobs. It took Savannah several minutes and a lot of coaxing in the rain to even get me back in the house. I don't know what happened, but I snapped.
Jeff set more traps...
and I haven't stepped foot back in that room. After several hours, no mouse. We decided that maybe if we left, he would fall for the ole trap, so guess where we went....TO BUY MORE TRAPS! We were gone for about three hours and when we got home, NOTHING. Where is he? All I know is that he isn't dead! SO, I'm in the bed! Obviously, none of my animals are interested in finding that little critter so I'm gonna have to rely on the trap! Until then, SavyG and I are camping out in my bed.
Black & Blue. I think she is channeling her inner Goth. I have a little myself. I LOVE dark nails.
P.S. Does anyone see a trend in my husbands attire? Jeff, besides the fact that you have a 10 year old daughter running around who thinks nothing of telling you to put your nuts away, you also have a wife who snaps pictures of you and puts them on the Internet. I bought you some "sleep" shorts...please put them on.
P.S.S. I got some yummy fabric samples today for some curtains for that breakfast room. Survey tomorrow....I like both of them. I need a consensus.