Yesterday I had no school or church commitments. None. I can’t remember the last time that was true. I still woke up early of course. I can’t sleep very late because my body clock is set for early rising. I spent some time in the morning catching up on TV shows I’ve been recording all week.
At 10:30am, I went to a movie. Denis wanted to see 2012. It wasn’t my first choice, but hey – a movie’s a movie, right? I was surprised how packed the theater was. Lots of early risers. The movie was okay. It is a disaster movie. It was mostly macro-violence: buildings and cars being smashed. If they had showed many people dying I would have gotten queasy.
Three hours later (yes, the movie is three hours long), I went to the mall to get some face lotion, then to Lowe’s to window shop. While at Lowe’s, I remembered that I needed a folding banquet table, so I got one. I went straight home, and had an evening of leisure. Wonderful!
Wait! Is Max carrying something in his mouth?
I praised him as much as he could stand before he just wanted to get away from me. This stinkin’ mouse has eluded me for weeks!
Awww…Max is a mouser!
And thanks for getting a table. Although Tara and Tim are quite accustomed to eating on TV trays, Thanksgiving dinner on TV trays would feel like that one Thanksgiving we went to Brent’s friend’s house and they didn’t have real gravy. And then they ran out of the jar gravy. It just wasn’t right.
That mouse has the same coloring as Max! At first I thought it was a little Max!
I see you moved the piano – am I right?
That’s exactly what I thought. Well, sort of. I was going to go with, “Did you get Max a Mini-Max?”.
I, too, am on the mini-Max wagon. Was it hairless? They probably think he’s their leader, that’s why they flock to your house.
Outside of every other clever remark already made here, this thought did cross my pea-brain: How do we know Max isn’t having some inter-species hanky-panky when you’re not home and the multi-colored rodent is really (wait for it) his son??
(…oh…I see…yea, Riley had that surgery too…I guess not then, eh?)
Did Max eat the mouse or are you saving it for his Thanksgiving dinner? With homemade gravy of course!
Ewwww, Peggy! That’s … an interesting idea actually.
Be careful, traveling relatives! Should Brad offer chocolate mousse for dessert…it might actually be chocolate MOUSE.