Well Hello there all you cyber junkie Friends of mine have I got a story for you today..... We shall choose the color of yukky green as this is quite the frightful tale.... Well about 6 :15 AM I sent Kenny to the basement for his shower, I asked that he please turn the clothes dryer on to "fluff" and that I would be right down to hang those things up and then by that time I would take my shower..... Usual morning routine at our home, however recently there has been a little squabbling over Men's jobs of the house and Women's' jobs of the house.... SO I come bopping down the stairs and making my way to open the dryer when under my feet and on top the the olive green rug I see a SNAKE ! Yes in my basement. No this isn't the first and probly not the last but I HATE THEM ! It was about 10"long and about 1" around, still gives me the willies, I screamed, swore and did a pretty quick about face and tromped right back up the steps barking at Kenny every step of the way. You know with out a doubt it is His responsibility to protect me form all things I don't like..... My husband however is BLIND and couldn't see the snake to get it. (so he said) , I know for a fact he doesn't much like them either but I have a definite problem with them so hence it's his responsibility ! HAHAHAH
So..... Kenny left Friday afternoon to go to Athens with Ronnie and Ryder for the weekend, leaving me home with a reptile in the basement........ya, I showered upstairs this morning in the old shower,,,,, It's Okay though I NEVER need to go to the basement ever again.
On to the next chapter, a rodent... I said a week ago , I think we have a mouse, "No we haven't had a mouse in the house in years " Still I said we have a mouse.... I bought mouse traps, the snappy kind that you set with peanut butter. Okay so I am cooking dinner the other night when I open the cupboard to find my raisins chewed into via the plastic bag , then the crackers, etc... Yelling Stomping slamming , more yelling more stomping and a little more slamming Kenny comes to my rescue to begin to set the traps. ( While I'm attempting to cook dinner mind you ) Okay, the traps are set. He leaves to bowl and I am home alone with my new baby,. He got home and all of a sudden BLAM! He said I think we just caught a mouse. Sure enough, Dead mouse.....
So, I m here with my new baby who is too little to save me from all things smaller than my hand but scarier than a monster... Do you have a list of Men's jobs and Women's ? Kenny wants them written in bold ink and stuck on the fridge as a job description. I'm still thinking on this...... Hmmmmmmm........ Love You~
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