Are you tired of hearing about my mice?
I’m tired of talking about them… really… tired of dealing with them…
and I wasn’t going to share today’s little tale until this afternoon when Matthew and I had a gut wrenching laugh over them…
to which he said, “You’re going to blog about this, aren’t you?”
I’m not one to disappoint my youngin’s ya know…
Last night and this morning I had heard a weird noise in the kitchen, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I assumed that it was a mouse but there was no evidence of one…
I heard it again and went back out into the kitchen. It stopped. (Of course… if you were a mouse invading someone else’s home wouldn’t you stop and be quiet?)
I then thought to myself, “Self, you haven’t checked the pantry closet.”
I braved myself to open the door… slowly…not knowing what I would find…
and to be honest, I was scared to death.
When I looked down, there were the Oreos that Becki bought when she was here… except instead of being on the shelf where she put them, they were over in front of a hole in the wall…
and they were open…
and there were at least 5 cookies gone…and one half gone…
how rude of me — i interrupted a meal!
I wanted to DIE.
I grabbed a stick and started poking at the bag of once perfectly good cookies to make sure the rodent had retreated back into the hole and then pulled the bag out and placed it on the kitchen table.
After I got over that, I went and found a piece of wood, got my hammer and a gazillion nails and covered up that hole…i don’t think they’ll be getting in that way anymore…
after I finished that little home improvement project, I retreated to my desk and began working again…
here’s where my “mother of the year” nomination begins… 
Matthew came in from school and we were chatting… I looked at his yearbook… we talked about school… he asked me about working on a power point presentation this after noon and so I went over to his computer and fired up the program…
As I’m fiddling with the ancient computer that now belongs to him, I hear him say, “That’s weird…they normally aren’t this soft…”
With my back still to him, I replied, “What isn’t?”
About the time I realized he was talking about the cookies and he said, “the oreos” I screamed…”Oh my God! Don’t eat those…”
Matthew jumped, spit the cookie in his mouth in to the trashcan and had this panicked stricken look on his face…
He stared at me…waiting for a response… and I burst out laughing…
He’s staring at me as I finally got out…”Those are the cookies the mouse got into…”
He continues to stare at me…
“I’m sorry,” I fumble… “I found them today and forgot to throw them away.” I then show him my wonderful carpentry work…
He goes to the table to inspect the bag of cookies and says… “Well, I don’t see any mouse poop in there… so I guess I didn’t eat that… although I’m sure I wouldn’t know since it looks the same as the Oreo crumbs…”
“Oh Matt, that’s gross.” I said.
He smiles and says, “But it will be funny on your blog… you are going to blog about this, right?”
So, dear Matthew, I blogged about it… Now, make sure you tell your grandparents this summer… but just part of the story so that Nana can call me up and ask me why I’m letting you eat mouse poop…
Until next time…
Heather
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This one’s hi-la-rious! Hilarious! I was jumping up and down while reading the pantry door being opened, and then you smashing the bag and nailing the hole shut! I will never, ever look at another Oreo the same again. Oh, and I’ll probably take them out of the pantry and put them into a clear plastic tupperware to put above the fridge from now on.
Thanks!
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