Hiiiiiii-YAH!

After you karate chop a telephone pole in half with your car because the icy road thought that it would be fun to spin you around and then fling you off of it's slick, glassy surface you kind of need some ice cream.

So today I will send my dear hubby some texts filled with the things that I would love to have to eat. The first one will say...

--Dearest love of mine that should still be feeling some thankfulness in your heart that your truest sweetest love did not have to go to the hospital last night or break her lovely hands that cook you such good dinners and do all the dirty dishes and scrub the dirty toilet -- will you please bring me some chocolate ice cream?--

--Also, would it be possible for you to bring home a bag of those yummy pizza rolls that I do love so much just in case I accidentally become overwhelmed with emotion at my luck and good fortune and eat the rest of the pizza rolls I already have in the freezer to keep myself from crying?--

--Is this too much to ask after I destroyed your car and made you pay to buy a new telephone pole for the phone company?--

--Just a little? We are really broke now and I don't have a car? Well then...I guess ice cream could wait.--

You may think at this point I might drop it or reply with something like -Ok honey. I understand-
Because that always gets them. But I'm smarter than that. I just rethink my strategy.

--Could possibly we go visit my mommy and my daddy tonight so that I can let them know that I really am alright by eating a good hearty meal over at their house (from their cabinets, because we are really broke now) and then possibly we may stay for dessert too? Just to ease any lingering doubts about my well-being or appetite?--
Because maybe Mom and Dad have ice cream at their house.....

For now, I will watch Gone With the Wind even though it is really a two-person watching kinda movie. Because:
1) I have to recite both Rhett and Scarlett's lines
2) You always feel worse about eating a lot when you are by yourself
3) There is no one here to ask me how I feel or can they get me anything
4) It is not as much fun. Duh.

so I am off now to do important, self-indulgent, pitiful things. Hurray!
Maybe also I can get a picture of my handy work.

Not So Modest Mouse

So when most people think of mice they think of this...

or maybe even this...

And when you are sitting at the kitchen table in the morning, eating your Wheaties (bring it ON day!) and watching the sun rise you probably aren't thinking about either of these mice. Then your cat (Meeko)

isn't he CUTE?! Anyway...then your Meeko starts looking at the ceiling going "um, Mom? there's this thing...and I want it...can't you see it? Ohmigosh there is is!!! let me have it let me have it I want to eat it!" and I'm like..."huh?" ya know, cause you don't really understand cat talk all that well in the mornings.
Then there it is. In your kitchen light. Little mousy feet running back and forth inside the plastic over the fluorescent (that is a really hard word to spell btw) light bulbs.
"Ohmigosh!!" I exclaim.
"I know, right?!" says Meeko.
"Honey!!!! We have a problem!" says me to my poor husband who is already dealing with the dogs at the back door.
"WHAT?" says he.
I point wordlessly towards the little scurrying feet.
We then have one of those moments when you're like -- what the heck are we supposed to do about that? --
So my brave hubby unscrews one end of the light fixture like that would help us figure it out when really we kind of panicked after that because, well, what ARE you supposed to do now?

So he hits the other end of the light, the mouse comes flying out of the end like he thought he had wings or something and lands on the floor. Out of nowhere bounds Meeko and jumps on him. My hubby is cheering him on and me....well I run into the laundry room and plug my ears because GEEZ that poor mouse!!
See when I think of mice...I think of these...

Sweet little mice that are doing chores and wearing adorable little pointed hats and saying "Gus Gus!"
Oh the sadness came then and I ran to the shower to have my cry and feel sorry for the little mouse.

Needless to say, one of my candle holders got broken, I heard my hubby use the shop vac, and when I came back downstairs Meeko was meowing pitifully wanting his mouse back that had apparently almost gotten away and so husband "got rid" of it.

Am I a wuss or what?!