Thursday, October 11, 2007
Why I Married Him
Last night I was awakened by the deafening sound of a mouse (let's hope it really was a mouse and not a rat) gnawing away at some wood in our building somewhere. In my middle of the night stupor, I couldn't tell if the mouse was at the end of the bed eating pieces of our furniture or somewhere in the in-between spaces in our building. In the walls somewhere.
Me: Did you hear that mouse last night?
Me: I think he was making himself an addition.
Dave: Yeah, I saw his building permit up a few days ago.
Me: Oh? Where did you see that?
Dave: Outside his front door.
Me: Who gave him the building permit?
Dave: The department of Mouse Housing.
I married him for this. A lifetime of silly conversations.
And believe me, he definitely has an endless supply.
I love it.
I think actually getting rid of the mice but be a little much to ask for.
But jokes about them?
Apple Spice Cupcakes about to receive the frosting of a lifetime.
Posted by Dave at 9:00 AM