Lazily roll out of bed and waddle to the shower. Get out of the house before the contractor comes and the dog turns into a maniac. Step out of the house and have the neighbor offer to drive you the block and a half to get on the bus. Make it to the bus stop just as the bus is pulling up. Arrive at the train station with minutes to spare. Feel something in your pant leg. Shake pant leg and watch as a mouse falls out. Scream. Do the weirded out dance. Wait patiently for contractions to start.
I'm still waiting for those silly contractions...
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holy moly!!!! that sounds like my worst nightmare. we've got mice at our place and have killed 2. every night toby and i worry about mice in our bed.
that can't happen right?
now i'm convinced there will be mice in my clothes. thanks amie, thanks.
are you recovering okay?
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