It's been a rough morning.

I'm sure that you will find this entertaining. It's ok to laugh because I am now...in hindsight.

So I got up this morning and took a quick shower. Wrapping myself in a towel, I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. In the process of grabbing things out of the fridge, I managed to knock over a container of cottage cheese. The lid popped off and half the contents of the container spilled along the edge of the fridge and all over the floor.

Great!

I grabbed a paper towel and a paper plate and began scooping the cheese onto the plate to make it easier to dispose. As I was doing this, I loosened what appeared to be a twig from underneath the fridge. No big deal. I thought that maybe someone had tracked something in from the yard and it just got knocked under the fridge.

So, I pulled on the twig thinking, "Fine, I'll just clean this up too and move on with my morning."

It wasn't a twig...

It was the tail of a mouse. A dead mouse.

Like a little girl, my first instinct was to scream...loudly.

Then there was a split second when I thought 2 things:

1. I just screamed incredibly loudly. Bet I woke up Jerry (and maybe the neighbors - loud I tell you)

2. I have a decision to make... Man up and finish cleaning this up or continue to act like a silly school girl and whine to Jerry to handle this.

As I mentioned before, I screamed loudly and probably woke up Jerry.

I proceeded to climb the stairs. Entering the bedroom, I found Jerry sitting upright in the bed.

"What was that noise?" he asked.

I attempted to tell him what I had found in the kitchen, but the mental image of the dead mouse made it hard to talk without vomiting slightly in mouth with each word.

"Will you please handle this?" I asked. (I apologized for acting like a little girl)

A full 2 hours before he would have to wake up otherwise, Jerry was in the kitchen scooping up dead mouse and cleaning the floor. I continued to get ready for work...far far away from the kitchen.

Needless to say, I never ate breakfast.