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Mouse Suicide

Every morning and afternoon while I’m driving on the GW, I see the various crew teams out practicing on the Potomac and always feel bad for them.  I especially feel bad for them on mornings like this, when it’s 39 degrees and misting.  It’s hard enough getting out of bed and dressed for work, I can’t imagine having to get up knowing I’m going to go sit on a cold boat in a river.  No way in hell, I’m way to much of a wussy for that.  Props to you Georgetown Crew, and whoever else might be out there.

So somehow I forgot to tell this story last week after it happened, which works out nicely for me now since I’m struggling to think of content this week.  The girls and I have had a leaky pipe in our kitchen sink for oh, let’s say months now.  Very easily fixable since we lease, and just have to call a plumber and our landlord, but we’d just had the dishwasher fixed and for some reason never got around to it.  It wasn’t really a big deal, we stuck a giant bucket under the pipe, and emptied it once it was full.

Hehe, I’m laughing again just thinking about this.  So last Wednesday Adrienne and I were sitting out in the living room, probably watching Criminal Minds or SVU, and Dani was in the kitchen cooking dinner and getting ready to empty the bucket.  All of a sudden we hear her go, “ohmygod, ew, ohmygod,” and start laughing.  I half heartedly inquire as to what happened, and she walks into the living room and says, “There is a rat in the bucket!”  I’m all, “A rat? Are you sure?”  She’s all, “Or a mouse, or something, it’s dead!”  At this point I get up off the couch and creep back into the kitchen to look with her, and sure enough there is a dead mouse floating in the water of the bucket.  Poor guy went in for a drink, or swim, or something, and didn’t make it out.  Haha, it was so gross, and now we’re kind of worried we might have a mouse problem.

Luckily Dani is not a vajayjay, and disposed of the dead mouse, and the tongs she used to pluck it from the water.  Anyway, that finally kicked us into motion and we called a plumber.  He came last night and occupied our kitchen until almost 8:30 pm.

Needless to say I was starving by the time I finally got to eat.  Despite that I managed to stop myself at half a frozen pizza instead of the whole thing.  Progress people, I’m making progress.  Sine my hamstring is feeling weird, I didn’t do any cardio at the gym last night, but 40ish minutes of arms and abs.  It feels a little better today, definitely less tight, so maybe just some light ellipticalling is in my future to get the legs going.

Anywho, it’s Thursday and the last day of March, which is not going out like a lamb at all.  WTF is up with that?  I’m off to scrounge up something for breakfast in the cafeteria.  Tootles.  (Yes I really just said that).

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