So I step into the bathroom a couple of days ago and happened to glance over at the tub. And what do I see?
What the heck?!
How’d that get in here?! THERE’S A MOUSE IN THE BATHTUB!!
Now, I’m not a goofy, irrational screech-er about mice or anything, but this itty bitty fellow did startle me. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen one in the house. I mean, for Pete’s sake–that’s what we have cats for!
They are suppose to guard us against this sort of thing. Honestly.
And then to think that mousey here just fell out of the ceiling or something and landed in the tub. That adds a new dimension to my peaceful, calming shower routine. Imagine me at 7 am—with soap in my eyes, shampoo in my hair and…
a teeny, tiny baby mouse on my head!! AAAAAAaaaaaahhh!!!!
I sense incredible potential for becoming a screamer on the horizon. I can see it very clearly in fact.
You, my friend, are fired. Clean out your desk.
I’m moving to Sparta.
No huge plans for today. Just kinda hangin’ out…
taking it easy…
entertaining the short folks.
However–you can only be locked up in a hotel room with 3 toddlers for so long before you need to find a big, huge park for them to run in.
So we did.
One with tons of very friendly squirrels…
who liked the peanuts we tossed…a lot.
I don’t think I’ve actually seen a squirrel up close before. Chipmunk–yes. Prairie dog–yes. Squirrel–not so much. I’m sure we have squirrels in Utah–but they must be invisible, because I’ve never seen one.
It even had a fountain for toe dipping—but it wasn’t enough to just get our feet wet. So we went back…
changed our duds…
and jumped in the pool!
Some of us were very brave.
Some of us were very chilly.
Some of us were too dang cute.
And some of us were just too tired.
Warm. Wet. Healthy. Happy.
“The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!”
-Henry Ward Beecher
Happy Birthday Alissa!