I woke up yesterday morning and there was what looked like mouse turds in front of my hall closet. The exterminator came out and said, basically, "Lady, if you had that many mice, you'd be overrun with 'em."
He picked up my couch, he looked under cushions, he walked all over my house and searched with his little flashlight, didn't find anything and didn't charge me a penny. It appears I brought the mouse poop into my house in a box of things I got out of my mom's garage when we were cleaning it out Sunday. I want to marry the mouse-man, but I don't suppose his wife and three kids would approve. (Note: If you have insect/vermin/pest problems call Guardtech 409-813-2297.)
While doing my own mouse hunt this afternoon, I noticed my dryer vent "hose thingy" was torn and the subsequent hot air blowing under the wallpaper in my laundry room was causing the wallpaper to peel off the wall. So, I got on the floor, patched the "hose thingy" with duct tape and ripped the wallpaper off the wall.
That was after getting home from work and finding my freezer door open. Everything was thawed out. Everything. Every Lean Cuisine, every P. F. Chang meal, every damn thing. Nice.
While I was bringing out the trash full of everything in my freezer and the old wallpaper, I noticed the sheetrock about to come down in my garage ceiling. Seriously? Yes, seriously.
2 comments:
I wish I could have read this post, but I got to mouse droppings and had to search for my smelling salts. btw, your security word for me is extorked, as in I feel I was extorked when you led me to think you were writing about rain...
So that's three things. You are done, girl! Wait. That's four. You are definitely more than done. Positive energy your way!
PS Like your new profile pic!
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