Muffy the Mouse

So I have had a not so good morning.

A horrible morning in fact.

Dragging myself out of bed, I slip on my robe laying on the chair on in our bedroom.  Something flies out and lands on the floor.  What in the hell is that?  I squint on the brown blob, sans contacts or glasses, until I discern a tail and movement. 

holy shit.

A mouse just jumped out of my robe.  Which was on my body.  A mouse just crawled on me.

I fling off the offending garment and jump on my bed, staring at the terrified vermin. Tiny, it does not move for a while, so I think it could be dead.  As I debate whether this would be preferable, it starts to move.  I holler at it, and take some pictures with my cell phone, until it scurries under my dresser.

Sorry for the poor quality. Blackberry, shaking hand, and moving rodent do not equal clarity in photography obviously.  So now I have a mouse in my house.  I'm thinking it probably came from the brush pile in the jungle that is my front yard.  Remember this?

Looks like a perfect spot for a mouse for me.  Not near as perfect as the Muffy the Mouse house from Jeff and Jody's Today's Special though.  If Muffy and her adorable mouse house moved into my robe, I could definitely handle that.  I yearned as a child (who was obsessed with dollhouses) to have her and her mansion to play with.  Were y'all a fan?

Note- Hubs randomly perused the blog the other night, and saw the pictures of the outside of the condo.  Shocked, he said "It looks awful!  It looks like we live in the projects!"

He wanted to clarify to y'all that our condo is nice, it was just built in the sixties so it's not the most architectural pleasing, but they are very nice.

Not as nice as Muffy the Mouse's house though . . .

What I Need This Morning (and every morning)

So far today, God, I've done all right.

I haven't gossiped, haven't lost my temper,
haven't been greedy, grumpy,
nasty, selfish, or over-indulgent.

I'm very thankful for that.

But in a few minutes, God, I'm going
to get out of bed. And from then on,
I'm going to need a lot more help.


That little prayer is getting framed by my bedside- Lord knows I need it!

Five-OH!

So hopefully this Friday will be as interesting as my Friday two weeks ago. So AK and I are having a few drinks before the Opera with some friends on the Strip (UT's main drag).  I had decided that we should take a cab, as there was a parade happening downtown resulting in a severe lack of parking.  So we have the bartender call us a cab, and watchfully wait.  I'm getting a bit anxious about our arrival- I am a punctual person and detest being late.  Finally, a cab comes, and I run out to it and open the door. . .to find a fat drunk man.  Okay. . .then I notice the two cop cars next to the cab.  Police officers immediately have me shut the door, and tell me that this man is taking the cab or going to jail.

"But, I'm going to be late to the Opera" I cry, "This is my cab I called."

Keep in mind y'all, this is Knoxville.  No way that we could hail another cab, unless we had a good forty-five minutes to stare at Cumberland Avenue.

However, AK is on it!  She boldly tell the (younger, cuter) policeman, that he should give us a ride to the Opera, since they put some fat drunk guy in our ride.  He thinks about it, and surprisingly agreed.  His partner was not happy.

This being the first time we have ever been in the back of a cop car, AK and I are pretty excited and intrigued.

The cops do not enjoy our tourist-like picture taking.

The best part was the dinner our driver's wife had packed him-

PB&J, baby!

I was secretly hoping that some of the more, ahem, stick up their ass, prudish board members would be outside the theater when the Opera's lawyer arrived in the back of the cop car.  Sadly, no one noticed us because of the parade.

We actually saved some moolah, since the police escort, although a bit uncomfortable, was free.  We tried to give them a tip, but apparently that's a bit frowned upon.

Although it was a great, I have been defintiely knocking on wood that it will be the only time I ride in the back of a police vehicle!