(go here for the back story, then come back here. i'll wait.)
(you back? good. let's go)
travel back to the year 1978. i was in high school, living with my crazy Auntie Kay.
oh and talking on the phone.
because that's all teenagers ever do. well, that & homework.
my favorite spot to chat was, of course, in the kitchen. close proximity to snacks and an extra long phone cord that travelled easily around the kitchen.
this night, i was on the phone with my best friend, yakking about school, our Rainbow Girls Assembly functions, and what-not.
and i was barefoot. as usual.
across from our phone in the kitchen, we had shelving where we kept dry goods. cereals, crackers, flour - the usual. and, as usual, barefoot me was playing with the items with my foot.
when...Mickey's cousin ran across my barefoot, after i scared him by moving his buffet of oatmeal.
my friend, panicked, thinking i was being attacked, or the house was being broken in to, or a 8ft tall monster was destroying our house.
nope, just a mouse.
and all the street cred i had built up as not being a typical chick who was scared of mice, spiders, blah, blah, blah went right across my foot.
along with Mickey.
moral of the story? pray that the words you utter today are sweet - you may be eating them tomorrow.
oh, and make sure you have plenty of mouse traps on hand.