Actually, funny story, Justin discovered this one morning when I was feeling particularly ill and he came upstairs to wake me and let me know the mouse hunt was over. Without even opening my eyes or really waking up I feebly begged him to get me some water and a cracker. Less than a minute later he was back with my requests but in my somewhat irrational state of mind I thought he was bringing me the mouse and trying to put it in my hands. I literally levitated, horizontally, off the bed while ordering him to "Get that THING away from me!!"
My poor husband.
2 comments:
Ethan was echoing his sisters and he said, "That is gisusting". Happy the mouse is dead.
Haha! Both your blog and Diana's comment made my day. You're right, poor Justin.
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