Sixteen Years
Mike just got home after spending quite a while looking up the best way to deal with mice. In our house. Around our house. Under the deck. Who knows where they are, but earlier I watched one of them run along the side of the deck and then it (or another one?) just leaped from one vine to another, like a mini-mousy-Tarzan.
He was checking out the yard for a minute, and I was at the back door talking to him as he did so, and he looked at me and said,"I'm sorry that you had to cook dinner on our anniversary and deal with mice."
It made me laugh. Sixteen years into it and life together is like that: family dinners and dealing with mice. I mean, you would prefer those things not to go quite as together as they are tonight, but I am grateful for a husband that will deal with the mice while I cook the dinner.
'Cuz I'm not dealing with mice, yo.
Happy Anniversary, Mike. And thank you for doing what you do.
Reader Comments (2)
CALL AN EXTERMINATOR! They will bring traps/poison/etc and they will find and block any mouse-entries into the house. Unfortunately, I know from experience.
And happy anniversary!!
That's a good man, right there, my friend. Happy Anniversary (just a teeny bit belatedly)! We celebrated out 14th 3 days ago. August was a great month to get married.