Mid-Morning Mouse Mayhem!

Tuesday Morning…6:00 AM

“GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!”

Before I could open my eyes, I’m standing straight up in defense stance looking at my soon-to-be husband standing barely dressed at the head of our bed on the opposite side of mine. He’s just as defensive as I am, and all I could think was “Ok, I don’t smell smoke, I don’t hear anyone downstairs, where’s my knife? Where’s my phone? Where are my shoes? Radish! Pickles! Duck, duck, goose!”

This was me.

This was me leaping out of bed.

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