“It’s time to GO!” I shouted down the stairs, for the second time.
As I was putting on my shoes, I set my purse down on the bed.
Oh, can’t forget my iPod. I grabbed that and my phone, and put them in my purse.
And as I sat down on the bed to tie my shoes, I noticed this:
And let out a shriek.
Yes, that’s a mouse. On my bed.
Right next to where I set my purse down.
Yes, it is dead. Yes, it apparently was licked to death.
It was still smooshie when I picked it up with toilet paper and flushed it, so I guess the GOOD news is that we didn’t SLEEP with it last night?
The guilty party declined comment.