This morning I changed up my usual schedule. Boy, did I come to regret that decision.
Most mornings, I go right from bed to the shower. Then I pry open my eyes wide enough to make some coffee.
Today, for some unknown (stupid?) reason, I skipped the shower and coffee and started putting away dishes. Barely awake, I opened the storage drawer below the oven. Forgetting one tiny detail: N.A. placed a mouse trap there last night. And it was occupied.
I've never moved so quickly in the morning. Stereotypically, I screamed like a, well, like a girl and ran back to the bedroom to cower next to N.A.
Thankfully, he didn't make fun of me. He calmly went to the drawer, removed the trap and mouse, and (he later told me), mopped up the brains, blood, and mouse pee. Gotta love him.
Meanwhile, if you could please excuse me because I think I'm going to go swoon on the couch now.
