Those words have all new meaning to me now.
2 more this morning. Grand total so far=6
The boys now go from the basement to the garage and just yell to me how many they got. Good boys. Good, good boys.
A falcon twist on one this morning though: One was still moving.
::doing that man screaming face thing Edward was doing when Bella was dying::
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Go to www.stepheniemeyer.com for breaking news regarding Morning Sun. Imma strangle somebody.
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Kudos to Tanner and Jack. Boy, are you lucky to have them around. I can't wait to hear the final count. What--no pictures! Come on--I want to see one of them.
I posted something for you on Shed's blog. (Couldn't have it on mine...you'll see) I have great admiration for yours boys.
You want a picture of what??? The nasty bums sticking out of the holes? And how do you think I can do that considering I can't even LOOK at them? And then, let's say I manage to take a pic, and even manage to post it on my blog... I'll never be able to visit my blog again.
Amy, I am nervous to go to Shed's blog now..... you are doing nothing to quell my fears by the way.
6 is a good number. But I'm thinking those mice are getting into your head. Going around doing "mommy-mouse daddy-mouse time" so their offspring can come back to haunt you.
That sucks for you.
I think you should have an official mouse count contest and give a prize to the winner. I still have my burnt cinnamon roll loaf that looks like piles of poo from two days ago (as Memzy mentioned, I hang onto stuff) and I am willing to send it to whoever comes closest to guessing your final mouse count. Seems like an appropriate prize.
Once, Amy woke up screaming because she had caught a mouse by it's tail, sitting on her chest. Alas, when the light was turned on, she had really only caught the headphone wire to her Walkman. But that wire was firm in her grasp. It wasn't getting away.
I love the book Mouse Count! And perhaps you are right, there are only a few miceys out there. Living by a field does bring out the, well, field mice, but think of them as Mrs. Brisby, not the carriers of one of the largest and deadliest pandemics in the history of the world.
Jenny, so Amy has issues... duly noted.
I tried to get a contest going in the comments of my last post but no one submitted their guesses. Any takers now?
Lee, I think I sufficiently have scared the boys about how mice carry disease (that is how I let them know it's OK to kill the little buggers) because Jack came running in this AM after he dumped his mouse and (with his hands in just-scrubbed-up-for-surgery position) yells "How do I stop the rabies!?!?!? I think I just touched it a little bit!!"
I'm glad he's cautious.
Imma guess 16 mice. And I fully expect that loaf of poo to be in my mailbox if I win btw.
The reason nobody made a guess is because you didn't offer the loaf of burnt poo prize. Seriously. I'm saving if for your winner.
My guess is 6x8 which equals 48.
AND oh my garsh about the breaking news thing!!!! That's sad. I wanna know who the culprit is and point my finger at her/him in disdain. That deserves a post in itself.
Loaf of burnt poo.
I am too depressed to make a guess. But, since I don't want to miss out on the poo, I'll say 27.
I just hissed at the culpret. Do you gize want to take my flanks?
yeah, I'm guessing with 6 mice, you haven't even begun to hit the mother load yet, those are just the sacrificial few that were forced out of the walls to see if they could survive. You showed them!
And OMG I'm sooo going to hurt someone! WHY???????? Why would someone do that to my bff??? I'm gonna cry.
I just hissed even at the mere mention of the culprit. ::crouching for no reason::
The good thing, however, is she posted a good 250+ pages of the manuscript so I'm not going to sleep tonight until I'm done with that.
::clenching:: <--- they do that a lot to with various parts of their bodies and faces
Cristin, that ambiguous guess will not put you in the running for the brick of cinnamon rolls Jenny so lovingly put on a paper plate and forced her family to eat/look at all day. We need an actual number here.
hissing.....crouching....flanks....OH MY!
I'm crouching, my body quivering, and snarls are ripping angrily through my clinched teeth. Then Edward calms me with the touch of his hand, and I straighten in the blink of an eye. Now I'm nonchalantly licking my flanks, trying to pretend that didn't happen.
^^^ somebody's been re-reading Twilight ::said all sing-songy::
Have you gize finished yet? I am so over Jacob. It is now only ever going to be Edward for me. I am pretty sure he was watching me sleep last night. I was cold, and then I was warm, and then I noticed I had an extra blanket over me.
fine be that way! I say 34...just a guess *crossing fingers*
I'm so sad for Steph...I can't bare to read the 250+ pages right now....maybe tomorrow when I'm over it. I just enjoy reading her books alone, in my room wearing my drawstring flannel lounge pants and heathered t-shirts. Any other way takes away from the enjoyment...but I guess a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. I can't NOT read it now that it's out there.
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