Why Would You Bring That Into The House?
I found this old post that I never published so it’s like a free pass tonight. Read on while I watch some TV.We were having a little goodbye party for Becca yesterday with family and friends and since it was finally sunny with no rain in sight I asked Bob to get the patio chair cushions out of the shed. This was an easy enough task even for Bob. Bob is not a handy-around-the-house kind of guy so I try to give him the easy jobs where he can’t hurt himself, anything or anyone else. Like the time I asked him to change a light bulb in the light over the bed and he slipped off the bed and crashed into the louver closet door and all the slats came flying out of their slots. He stood up and said proudly ” I’m fine”. Ok great but look at the door whichis not so fine. He spent the rest of the day trying to get the slats back into their slots. It was painfult o watch, I had to leave the room. I bought a new door the next day. But I digress, so let’s get back to the cushions. I am in the bedroom changing for the party and in comes Bob, holding one of the chair cushions and he says ” look honey, something made a nest in your cushion” and he proceeds to show me all the puffed stuffing coming out of the cushion and lets it fall on the carpet. Why would he would bring that thing into my bedroom? Remember I have white carpet in my bedroom so I am a little finicky about dirt. I am also a little crazy to have white carpet being that I have 3 kids, two dogs, a cat and a Bob, who brings crap from outside onto my carpet while wearing his work boots ( I use that term loosely). But we aren’t talking about me in this post. Then all of a sudden the stuffing starts to move. I yell “Bob, there is something in the nest” at which point he proceeds to pull out the rest of the stuffing and out pop 4 little tiny mice. Little tiny mice that are now squirming around my white bedroom carpet because they popped right out of the cushion onto the floor. They don’t even have their eyes open.
Joey the dog is barking, the cat appears out of nowhere and Jill comes running. Bob picks them up and then proceeds to drop them again. Jill is screaming “You are killing them”. I am screaming “Get those things out of my bedroom” and Bob is just standing there holding the cushion with all the little mice. He is frozen in place. “Bob, move, get them out of here”. Bob doesn’t move, the mice fall down again. Jill yells again, I yell again. I lock Joey and the cat in my closet so they doesn’t get the mice and then I give Bob a little shove towards the door. Finally, he moves and the mice fall out again. Jill has now gone from yelling about the falling mice to begging to keep the mice as pets. Has she lost her mind? Get those freaking mice out of my house! We get a little plastic container and put the mice in there until we get them back to the shed and into the cushion for their mom. It was an exhausting 5 minutes. But I am still asking myself. What in the world possessed him to bring that cushion into the house? I think he has straw in his head!
Faux Farm Girl
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