The other evening I went to the mall. I saw a reaaaaaaaally sketchy group of people in the parking lot and the thought crossed my mind as one of the guys walked toward me, "This is how I'll die."
I didn't end up dying. (I told Braeden the story and he helpfully pointed out that detail.)
Then yesterday morning something even scarier happened!
(I tell you, life can get dramatic.)
I was leaving for my morning walk and as I walked out the door, I saw a mouse skitter across my lawn, coming right at me, like it wanted to attack me. I am mortally afraid of mice. I know it's illogical and irrational but they terrify me. Give me snakes and spiders any day.
The mouse crouched by the steps in a menacing way. (Or maybe it was scared of me...could have been I guess.)
I eased past it to--you know--avoid it's fangs and talons. (It's possible. You weren't there.) Then it scampered into the flower bed.
I felt ill. I felt like I was never going to return from my walk. I would just keep walking to a land where there are no rodents. Mark was on his own.
If Braeden were here, he would (helpfully) point out that I did end up coming home.
All's well that ends well.
Our yard is no showpiece at the moment but we do have a few flowers that have poked out their lovely heads. No wonder the mice like it.
And then here are the "watercolor" versions, for no good reason...