It happened.

Again.

The whole stepping-on-the-dead-mouse-head thing…

This one’s a little desiccated, and is infront of the washing machine. I did appreciate the non-juiciness this time round.

Andy’s on his way home from work, and I’m going to leave the dismembered parts right where they are.

He’ll walk in the door, I’ll give him a hug and a kiss, then send him straight to the garage.

While I go bleach my feet.

Again.

Cats:2
Mice:0
Caitlin:?

Definitely losing my mind. That’s for certain.