Tonight I made a nice Apple-Bourbon pork loin with rice and green beans for a relaxing dinner-for-two. the SO and I paired the meal with some Irish Meade that I had located at the liquor store when I bought his Valentines present (got him a bottle of his favorite VSOP w/flask). The Meade is actually pretty good and heck, I can drink it and not wake up with a gnawing headache like most wines will give me.
Anyways, SO was getting ready to make us a fresh pot of coffee (he makes the best!) and was between the sink and fridge - I was casually watching him - when he says “Mouse” and I see the damn thing dart across the counter and I freakin scream like a little girl who just saw the evil freakin clown from IT* by Stephen King! I am completely horrified and I sit at the kitchen island with my hands covering my mouth so I wont scream anymore while the SO retreats to the bedroom to get a mousetrap.
My hero- NOT!!!
He comes back into the kitchen with a mousetrap alright - with a dead mouse dangling from the snap! And did the bugger warn me not to look -nooooooooooo.
So now I’m really grossed out and on edge while he’s cleaning up and getting ready to set the trap.
SSSSNAP!
jump & SCREAM
then a laugh
from me
and the SO
The trap went off while the SO was putting it on the counter.
So,
It’s official.
I’m pathetic. but at least I’m amusing as well.