Mice and Snakes

As I sit here reading an old friend's blog, I begin to laugh my ass off. One of her worst nightmares have come true, yet the one memory that pops in my head was the night of the mouse. Me (big and 9 months pregnant) was sitting on the couch with S and T was sitting in her chair when a blood curdling scream comes from her bedroom, from Cammie of course. T jumps up and runs to her door and asks him what happened. All of a sudden all I hear is, "OH SHIT". And there sitting on the friggin' door jam was a HUGE MOUSE!!!!! I jump up on the couch cause there is no way I am letting my feet touch the ground, S is trying to see if he can try to get to where the mouse is to kill him, and T is standing back trying to comfort Cammie who is screaming at the top of his lungs. T then calls DL to come over and help us. Well, he just laughs at us all for being such dorks and somehow manages to kill the damn thing behind the hall door. And, of course John doesn't wake up until the whole ordeal is over. Cammie refused to go back into the room until T finally convinced him that there were not any more mice in the entire house! And this couldn't have happened at a decent our either...

That has to be one of my funniest memories...Sorry, T, but you have to admit that you laughed your ass off after it was all over!