Nov. 30, 2005 - Coyotes and mice and sisters! oh my!
Last night began as a fairly routine night. I was talking to Mom, when my sister, Aubrey, burst into the room.
"There are coyotes!" she squeaked, "Right outside our front door! It's freaky! They're right over in the neighbors field!"
"Well," I said, "is the door locked?"
"Yeah," said Mom, "coyotes can open doors."
"Gah! ohmygoodnessreally?!?" Mere words don't come close to describing the expression on Aubrey's face.
(Collapse in helpless laughter at Aubrey's expense.)
A short time later, she again burst into the room, "I think Socks (her cat) found a mouse! He's looking behind the laundry room shelves and his eyes are all big!"
"Well good for him." I said. There was a muffled 'scuffle-crash-thump-scramble-thud-bang' from the direction of the laundry room, and Aubrey, going to investigate, yelled "He caught it!"
Curious, I walked into Aubrey's room, where Socks was crouched possesively over a tiny brown body. The cat was covered in cobwebs and dustbunnies, and glaring daggers at the two of us to let us know that, "this is MY mouse! I worked hard to catch it, and you can't have it!"
"Is it dead, or is he going to play with it?" I asked
"I think its dead." Aubrey replied, peering at the body.
The mouse chose that precise moment to leap up and make a dash under Aubrey's bed.
"Eeeeaaaaaagggyaaaaaaa!" Aubrey yelped, jumping backwards, "Socks, how could you?!?" As Socks gave chase, ignoring Aubrey's accusatory tone, under the bed, carried the mouse back out, and dropped it on her purse.
I spent most of the next ten minutes laughing at Aubrey, who alternately yelled, "Aaaaaggg! There's a live mouse in my room!" and "Socks, stop being so mean!". For those of you who think it was mean of me to laugh so much, rest assured, the story's not over.
After Socks killed the mouse, the two of us went to report the outcome to Mom. As we entered the room, Aubrey, at my elbow, yelled "Mouse!" causing me to forget all dignity, screech, and make a wild leap for the bed. Wherupon Aubrey and Mom got to laugh at me.
Makes no sense to me, I'm not scared of mice. It just goes to show- people are complete loons! lol
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Oct. 8, 2005 - The Complaining Dustrag
The dustrag complained and moaned and griped
about all the chests and chairs it wiped.
"I'm tired and threadbare, and I need a break,
But, no- you need me to wipe up spilled cake!"
Then one day the dustrag got its wish.
It was used to pack a fragile dish.
In storage neatly packed away,
For years it didn't see the light of day.
Left in the dark, with nothing to do,
it instantly began to stew.
It wept and wailed and bemoaned its fate,
"I have to vacation with a dumb plate!"
Then one day the box was opened wide,
and a person peered down inside,
saw the rag and pulled it out.
What the rag did-do you have any doubt?
It began to wail, "No not this again!"
And soon ended up in the dustbin.
