And I casually look up at the open door to my husbands office.
And out walks a fucking mouse. Like he owns the fucking place.
Needless to say I just spent my last 7 dollars on 39 frozen burritos so I'll just be living in fear of this monster until friday.
If I don't survive, I'd like to be buried with my laptop and some oreos.
TRAPS ARE SET.
NOW WE WAIT.
Last edited by grrrawr; 03-18-2013 at 08:16 PM.
No money for traps
Not til payday.
I'll just glue my ass to my bed and pee in a bucket. Yes that will work very well.
I'm sorry but I did LOL!!!
The part where u said "like he owns the fucking place" was just awesome!
I have 2 mice in a cage. They're sweet. Did you try to talk to him? Maybe offer him a burrito in exchange for sparing your life? I mean, I know when I terrify 90 feet giants while looking like a tiny fluffy cute mouse, I like being bribed with burritos.
I'm going to bribe him with some peanut butter and a nice death trap.
just like that, except with their un