B.S. and Recipe's

Stop the presses!! I have finally found a pic of the mysterious puppy Meri!!




Ain't she cute!!


Well, I have no recipes as of yet.....I will have to talk to my DH and see what he'll give up. Or hey, better yet, email me some!!

Here's a story I wrote.....hope you like it!

THE MOUSE CORPSE

We had a dang mouse running around our house – the little dropper of nuggets. Couldn’t catch the damn thing, ya see it thru the corner of your eye ya turn, ready to pounce, and the little bastard’s gone. So, we get these “humane” traps for the little shit – which actually made no sense to me – the dang thing would eat me if it had the chance, isn’t this self defense? Anyway, my son (Bug), 12 years old, goes to brush his teeth and next thing I know he comes screaming down the stairs – it seems the mouse decided to go belly up in the bathroom sink (literally). (thinks I should get a refund for the supposed “humane” traps)

Now, I have no problem chasing the little turd layer around the house but get rid of it’s corpse? uh uh, no way. I’m serious! The buck stops here baby. I’ve cleaned up poop, vile poop, from my son and my dogs. You ever clean up a dogs poop after he’s eaten like a whole lasagna? Yeah, talk to me then, it’s horrifying. Not to mention throw up….ha, do I even have to go there? Ya see, It’s not just the runny texture, it’s the dang smell! And it stays in your nostrils… for hours… your smelling old cheese for longer then you care to remember.

So, of course my husband isn’t home – why is it whenever something major happens in the house he’s working. I swear it’s like he knows something’s up and hightails it outta there. So, it’s just me, my son and the mouse corpse. God help us all.

So, I tried to be reasonable with Bug – told him he was the man of the house and this was his responsibility. Didn’t work, he wanted no part of the corpse either. I then remember his fascination with money. So after much deliberations (cost me $50) my son now can’t get to the corpse fast enough – I thought he sprouted wings with how fast he flew up the stairs. He gets a bath towel and picks up the corpse with it. Meanwhile, I’m downstairs, I don’t even want to see it. Are you kidding me? If I saw it I would never be able to use that sink again (not a good visual). My son had strict instructions to bring the corpse out the front door and into the garbage outside. Did he do this? Eventually… of course he had to show it to me first (chase me around the room with it but no need to get technical) yeah, my son is holding it by it’s tail…..swinging it around…..the little shit…….


Needless to say I went thru a whole bottle of bathroom cleaner and had to go out and get more.

So how did I do?? First time I'm actually letting peeps read something I wrote.... hugs, gropes and smooches!!