We had an experience today that will alter the history of the Bowen family forever. I, Brittany Bowen, (the wife no less) killed a mouse with my bare hands...okay, actually it was with a broom, but still. "Now, " you may ask yourself, "isn't that usually the job of the husband?" Yes! Yes it is! However, as I found today, that universal truth is not so in the Bowen house. Just imagine for a moment; poor helpless me, so scared to death I am shaking, staring down a mouse with a broom in my hand while my husband stands back in the family room ready to jump on the couch should the mouse flee. Chivalrous right? It was only my will power to finally do something brave all by myself that empowered me to slam down the broom. Not a fun experience. I don't like mice! (Apparently, my husband likes them less) But, as much as I don't like them, I, by no means, enjoy killing them.
Mice, of course, will be an innevitable visitor in our house; we live in a trailer next to a dairy. Not forever, of course. But we will be in the country forever, and country means mice. I just hope I don't have to do that again. I can't wait until Cooper is old enough and he can fight my battles for me. Until that day, I have to be Brittany: the incredible, invincible, mouse killer extrodinare. (long title, but I deserve it!)
Just so you know, I made Brandon take me out to dinner for my heroic efforts. I don't really like eating out but the thought of cooking in my kitchen after I had just killed a mouse in there gave me the heebee jeebees. I also made him buy me flowers. We're still not even yet. That was a big deal! Yuk! I will never be the same... but I did it. (Go me! I guess...)
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