Nightmare on 52nd Street:Friday October 22nd started as any other morning. My alarm went off at 6, 6:10, 6:20, and finally at 6:30 I rolled over and turned on the news. A little while later I got up, stumbled into the shower then threw on jeans (I luuurve Fridays) and whatever looked decent. Thank GOD Roo has been out of work with a bad back because what transpired next was horrifying. As I said before, I was unsurprisingly running late and when I ran into the bedroom to grab my phone off the charger, I saw it...asdhifa;sjdgha;lsdhgaoisd A dead frickin mouse laying on the floor right next to my bed RIGHT next to where my head would be. I screamed loud and long until Roo came running in laughing, thinking that it was just a centipede (I probably would have reacted the same way had it been a centipeded... actually I have and I'm not proud of it). When he realized what it was, he grabbed some kleenex and I ran, ran to the opposite end of the house until that dead thing was gone. To make matters worse, Roo called me at work to let me know that he had found blood in the bed... MY SIDE OF THE BED! So sick. Puck was just trying to show me his love and all that bullshit, I know but that does not make up for how ungodly disgusting it was. sdghask;gh;asdhg;asdjghas... I can still see it's nasty work tail and stiff little body laying there.
Foul...
Roo, you are my knight in shining armor. Thank you for not laughing at me when I freak out at little dead things and also for saving my life.
