Random Grooves (caught and typed)

Where's my toast? - 14 January 2003 . 14:02

After my mom and my sister left this morning, I decided to cheat a little on my no-carb diet and make myself a piece of peanut-butter toast. Mmm, peanut butter. After toasting the bread I pulled open the silverware drawer and.....

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!

There was a vile, disgusting little rodent chillin' on my silverware drawer divider thingy. I screamed and ran out of the room as if being chased by a rabid animal. Now, keep in mind that this mouse is only about 1 or 2 inches long and I'm fleeing in terror.

After collecting myself, I went back to the kitchen, SLAMMED the drawer shut and waited. Slowly, I started opening the drawer......EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!! The little varmint is staring at me with those beady little eyes. So I slammed the drawer shut yet again and, not knowing what else to do, continued to slam the drawer in hopes that the noise would scare the thing back to its lair...or the violent motion would make it pass out or something...I don't know what I was thinking.

I threw my toast away (taking the rodent as a sign from the Almighty that I seriously should rethink the whole "cheat on the diet" idea) and waited about an hour before even going back into the kitchen. Holding my breath, I opened the drawer and the little rodent was gone. Finally. Needless to say I scoured every piece of silverware, the drawer itself, and the drawer divider. When cleaning out the drawer, however, I noticed one of my Kool-Aid packages was leaking. The little varmint nibbled a hole in my orange Kool-Aid and was apparently getting its grub on.

I went through all this for a mouse tryin' to get a sugar fix.

And I still didn't get any toast.

So I had a pretty cool day planned out for tomorrow. Leave my house around 6 am, pick up my above-mentioned sister and head to the capitol city for a day of fun.

Alas, this was not to be (much like my toast).

My boss called at 1 going on about a dispatcher calling in sick. When I heard the phrase, "called in sick," I knew no good could come from the conversation...yet I agreed to go in and work 12 hours tonight. Hey, fun is one thing, 12 hours overtime is something else altogether!

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