Friday, June 08, 2007
I am not ready for the truth
While cleaning the downstairs bathroom today (shut up. Even I clean things once in a while), I saw something around the toilet. Well, some THINGS. Things that looked suspiciously like mouse poop. Uh oh. I grapped a clorox wipe and wiped them up, then did a closer inspection. What a minute, those aren't mouse droppings! Those are.....sniff sniff......cookie crumbs. Now, the knowledge that we may have a mouse problem would have been daunting enough. But finding cookie crumbs mean a truth that is much, much worse. Somebody Has Been Eating In The Bathroom. Possibly. While. On. The. Toilet. There is no word, no bolding, no font dire enough to convey my feelings on that sentence. Lexapro my arse, I'll need a truckload before THAT thought ceases to make me want to drink bleach. Suffice it to say I had to dig very deep to stifle the urge to go running and screaming from the house, arms flinging in wild circles while my mind short circuits. Carry on about your day, while I have a nervous breakdown in the closet.