I am still LAME!

You would think that I would do better after my late, lame, last post.
Apparenlty not.
Sorry.
Maybe none of you really care and I just flattering myself.

So, I do have some pics but I am too lazy to upload them.
That is pathetic I know.
Actually, I don't even know where my camera is.
I did take pics of this weekend. Not a lot, but some count, right?

I have to share what happened to us last week.

I was down watching a movie with the kiddos.
I look down and there is a little mouse scurring across the tile floor, follows the floor boards and hides out behind the tv.

Well, you would have thought that this thing was a muskrat the way I FREAKED out.
I immediately called my husband hyperventalating.
He told me to chill, I told him to come home right now and get rid of the mouse.
He told me to go upstairs and not think about it.
Ok, that is like asking me to not go shopping when there is a sale.
So, I called my Dad.
I thought for sure he would come running down to help his daughter in distress.
Yea, NO. He laughed.
I told him if I was Shawni, he would come.
He assured me he wouldn't.
(she is my sister and the golden one. Pretty sure that she could ask my dad for gas money and he would STILL give it to her. She is married with a baby.)
Obviously I am not bitter or anything.

So-the big girls got home from school and the mouse was still holed up behind the tv.
I didn't tell them.
I just let them and their little friends watch the movie and think that all was well.
Then they all shrieked.
All 6 of them.
It was AWESOME!
They tried to catch the mouse.
They tried to hit it with a stick.
They were much braver than I.
NOne of their ideas worked either.

It was then 5 o'clock and my knight in shining armor was home.
He set a couple traps and waited for the mouse to eat the peanut butter.
Guess what, it didn't want peanut butter.
So-we both sat in the room waiting for the stupid thing to come out from behind the tv.
My super smart husband tried to "herd" it outside.
Since it was not a dog, it didn't work.
DUH! He should have listenend to me.
So-he got out the vacuum.
He was trying to suck it up with my Dyson.
He thought he had it corned until it ran across my foot!!!!!
EEEEWWWWWWW!
I was standing on the couch quicker than he could blink.
My speed was really quite impressive.

Husband chased it into a corner with a blanket.
It was in the folds of the stupid thing.
I was screaming and freaking out.
My husband was laughing and trying to "suck" up the little thing at the same time.

Finally, he picked up the blanket ever so carefully and shook it outside.
The little mouse ran away as fast as it's little legs could carry it.

I am really hoping it went and told all of it's little friends that a freaky lady lives there who has a very powerful vacuum and she is so not afraid to use it.