I know it sounds a little delusional but it is true. Hear me out though. There are certain things in life that I do not enjoy. Laundry is one of them. Going to our garage to get our bottled water is another. Pay attention…that was foreshadowing.
We are in a constant state of laundry overload. Special K does 99% of the laundry (save the “Im afraid to touch it” knits and fine washables). Today, in the spirit of June Cleaver teamwork, I decided to finish off the last of the laundry. 3 loads. As I was transferring the last batch to the dryer, my mother (from here on in known as Dharma) motioned me out of the laundry room. A fucking mouse in the mouse trap in our laundry room. Now before I get PETA emails, if a rodent is in my house he must die a horrible and painful death. Period. Snap his neck. I don’t wanna hear it. Mice don’t get no love from me. My husband came home from work and found another one in the trap in our garage.
So anyways, God has spoken to me today. Don’t do laundry and don’t get your own spring water. I must obey His word. Praise be.
LOL…a word to the wise. Get peppermint oil, put it on cotton balls and put it around openings that you think the mice are coming in, they hate the smell, it will make your house/wherever smell nice, keep the mice out and no dead mice head around.
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Ugh. And having a cat doesn’t even help, because they just “play” with them within an inch of their lives…
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