squeal! And screach. And race walk out of the garage. My friend said... what? A spider? NO! I'm not THAT bad.
First off... it's my second month of posting every day...so some days the posts are a little, shall we say, less interesting? Less picture worthy? Yes, picture worthy. Nobody wants a picture of this anyhow.
So, my friend is out in the driveway with her car with a dead battery. A little oops with the lights. So, I'm about to climb into my gigantic vehicle when I spy a dead mouse on the garage floor. I ran it over... just a little bit of it...while pulling in. It was RIGHT under the driver side door. UCK. I don't do mice. No way, no how. I'm a mom...I can clean up unmentionable stuff...but put a mouse (dead or alive) in the same room with me...forget it. That's why I own cats.
So, my friend did the dirty work while screaming a little herself. I jumped her car. Now we're even.