It's cool and cloudy here this morning. Lovely weather in my book.
Hub Man says he is going skydiving today. But the clouds have to move out first.
The last several nights Ben has been waking us up whining and causing a mini ruckus. He seems to think there is something sinister going on in my closet.
The most sinister thing in there as far as I could tell is my bug out pack.
(What's a bug out pack?)
That's for me to know and for you to keep your nose out of.
(Yeah, but YOU brought it up.)
Well, I'll think about showing it to you one day.
(Be still my beating parts of speech....)
ANYWAY, Ben persisted night after night in trying to tell us we needed to worry about what was going on in there. Finally this morning I followed him into the closet, which gave him no end of joy that I was taking him seriously. He stared at the upper shelf where the suitcase sits. I moved some things around, plucked down an empty box for him to sniff to perhaps satisfy him that it was all in his head. As I was about to put the box back on the shelf, I heard something. I very faint scritching sound. Ben looked right at me.... 'SEE? I TOLD you!' Then I heard it again. Sounds like we may have a mouse in the attic.
Ben is very worried about it:
So I'm off to the store today to get some mouse traps. What a lovely errand eh?
Ah, look. The sun is peeking out from the cloud cover.
Can crazed men falling out of the sky with parachutes be far behind?
Hub Man says he is going skydiving today. But the clouds have to move out first.
The last several nights Ben has been waking us up whining and causing a mini ruckus. He seems to think there is something sinister going on in my closet.
The most sinister thing in there as far as I could tell is my bug out pack.
(What's a bug out pack?)
That's for me to know and for you to keep your nose out of.
(Yeah, but YOU brought it up.)
Well, I'll think about showing it to you one day.
(Be still my beating parts of speech....)
ANYWAY, Ben persisted night after night in trying to tell us we needed to worry about what was going on in there. Finally this morning I followed him into the closet, which gave him no end of joy that I was taking him seriously. He stared at the upper shelf where the suitcase sits. I moved some things around, plucked down an empty box for him to sniff to perhaps satisfy him that it was all in his head. As I was about to put the box back on the shelf, I heard something. I very faint scritching sound. Ben looked right at me.... 'SEE? I TOLD you!' Then I heard it again. Sounds like we may have a mouse in the attic.
Ben is very worried about it:
[album 65561 Ben Worry.JPG]So I'm off to the store today to get some mouse traps. What a lovely errand eh?
Ah, look. The sun is peeking out from the cloud cover.
Can crazed men falling out of the sky with parachutes be far behind?