I don't go to the car wash unless it's to drive through. The last time I tried to vacuum there, they didn't suck any better than my own vacuum at home and someone tried to hit me up for money. It made me nervous & I never went back.
My mom used to get mice living in her car all the time. She eventually decided that it was because she had a gray, mouse-colored car and she wanted to trade it in for a red car. I have an idea that she wasn't totally serious, and it had a lot to do with the thousands of mice living in the house and garage instead of the color of her car.
I would be freaked out that the mouse would chew/ruin very important car parts, which could cause wrecks, or even just cause a lot of expensive of damage in a new car.
The idea of the mouse scurrying across me isn't as scary as how I might react and what damage that could cause.
I would be refusing to drive the car by now.
I had a mouse scurry over me in bed one night. I literally jumped up screaming my head off. Rich laughed at me, thinking it was a dream. A few nights later he found it squished between the mattress (it was a waterbed) and side board.
You ladies are totally disgusting me with all this mouse talk. Ew!!!!
When I was at my mom's house a couple weeks ago I saw a mouse and it really freaked me out. I hate rodents, though mice are rodents that don't bother me as much as squirrels and rats. My mom has a very I want to say nasty, but I'll say unkempt house. She has a lot of those big waterbug roaches, which are rare to see in OH but she has a ton of them. While I was spraying raid on 2 of them in her kitchen, the spray must have scared a mouse and it ran across the counter and made me scream. She and my brother just laughed at me because they think I'm like above them or something since I don't have mice at my house. But even in OH it is rare to have mice in the house in the summer and I didn't want to just tell her that she is nasty and needs to clean her house.
But now I keep thinking about that disgusting mouse running across the counter. I didn't eat anything else there, and bought fast food for the remaining 3 days we were there and probably gained 5 pounds. Mice are so yuck.
Agreed, mice are yucky (unless they are pet mice and in that case, they are just cute!) I saw a rat once go down a sewage drain when we were in one of the big cities close to here....it was as big as a cat! Eeeeew!
Mice are not a sign of being dirty, but they can make it dirty where they are by providing poo, pee, and chewing things up. And don't forget Hanta Virus. My parents' house is so overrun with mice that even after vacuuming multiple times in multiple different directions, Claire fell down in the living room and resurfaced with 4 pieces of mouse poo stuck to the drool on her face. She was just under a year, and dh and I were totally appalled.
No mouse would ever survive around the perimeters of our house. Our cat is swift.
But that does mean me have a mouse body to contend with about once a week or so.
I confess that I feel really alone sometimes. And I'm good at being alone but then I think why the hell am I with anyone then? Friday night my dad invited us to this band on the rooftop of the terrace overlooking a lake in the town where he lives. I told dbf about it a week ahead of time but he made no indication of wanting to come and I don't even try to convince him anymore because he's not into it, it's always more fun without him. But then I call him while we are there and he's "having drinks" with his buddy. I ask him how he's getting home since he's drinking and he can't drive and he tells me that he was just going to stay overnight since he assumed I'd be staying over night at my dads. I go to my dad's twice a week and have never spent the night. Ever. So when he finally drags his arse home that night (got a ride) I hear him on the phone with his friend the next day and his friend is saying asking him if he got in trouble. Like I'm this ogre or something. I asked dbf if his friend knows the whole story behind why I am suspicious all the time. If his friend knows that he lies to me all the time. If his retired friend with no children knows that I work 50 hours a week and do 80% of our outings alone with our kids. Fluck him. And dbf makes himself out to be the victim. Like, oh poor me, Bridget doesn't let me do anything. When in reality he does whatever the hell he wants whenever he wants.
I get the whiner award today.
Oh, AND I'm about to have 3! THREE. I cannot imagine doing the grocery shopping trip I did today with THREE.
I'm a steaming pile of hormones today.
On a happier note, Savana told me at breakfast today that when she gets older, she is going to cook every meal for me since I cook every meal for her.
She also came up to me a few weeks ago while I was folding clothes and said, "Mom, I'm sorry you always have to be working on stuff." She rocks.