Thursday, August 17, 2006

I should have stayed in bed!

Mornings and I could be better friends.....if morning just started later in the day!

Yesterday, I didn't have the best start to the day. When I got up, I opened the overhead garage door to let my four-legged, fur-covered child out to go potty. I noticed something laying on the garage floor and upon closer inspection found 4 baby mice with fur, but eyes still closed scattered around one stall of the garage. The only thing that could be done was to find a pair of shoes and a receptacle to pick them up with. If I left them there, the dog would either eat them or try to play with them, which would end up killing them in the garage. YUCK!! I haven't even had my coffee yet, I thought! This is not how I wanted to start my day.

I must put the dog back in the house so she doesn't try to chase the mice after I release them. I find a dustpan and gently slide it under each baby mouse and walk down the bank through the backyard to the edge of our property and toss the mice into the adjacent empty lot full of deep weeds and brush.

Upon returning to the house I feel the need to wash my hands, even though I never touched any of the mice. I pour myself my first cup of coffee for the day and decide I need to go potty too. I rewash my hands and sit down at the computer to enjoy my coffee and visit blogs. But I hear a strange noise in the entry way. I investigate and discover that the dog has thrown up three times in the entry way. Freaking great! I WANT to drink my coffee! So now I have to clean up the dog puke and clean the carpet. Wash hands AGAIN!! Wonderful, my coffee is now cold. I pour it down the sink and pour a fresh cup from the coffee maker. Finally I get to drink my first cup of coffee.

Within a few minutes the phone rings. It is the Betty Ford Breast Center reminding me that I have an appointment Thursday morning at 8:45 for my annual mammogram.

Sweet! I love going there and having my "mammies mashed!" Two bad mornings in a row. Not much to look forward too, huh? Anyone want to go in my place?


Connie and Rob said...

You did have a bad morning. I have had similar situations with baby animals and my dogs. It never happens when the hubby is there!

Good luck with your mammogram.

Take care,

chesneygirl said...

Ugh! I'm sorry...I hate it when days start off like that.

I'm not a morning person at I loved your comment about morning starting later in the day. LOL!

Renee said...

Mice and 'mammies mashing'. Not a good combination!

Lori said...

Hi Martie! Have missed you!

I cannot stand mice - ugh..even the cute baby ones. I need to go in for a mammie myself. The first time I ever had one I started to laugh. There was just something humorous about it for some reason! The way we react sometimes...!

Hope all is well. I'm trying to get around to everyone's blogs when I can and wanted to let you know I think of and miss you!

God bless,

Anonymous said...

Ugh! What a morning! Good grief! It isn't quite time for my first mammogram. Not looking forward to that experience. Here's wishing you a much better Friday morning.

Mindless Dribbler said...

HA! Now that's a busy morning. You got any skin left on your hands Martie??

I'd have went for you...but my "mammies" are already mashed.

Mike said...

Pretty dog!!

Ame said...

Invading mice, barfing dogs, mammies mashed ... TRIPLE YUCK!!!

Once after a mammie mashing they thought they saw something - then i had to have a mammie sonogram - that was lovely - it all turned out okay, so that was good.

Ame said...

"Mornings and I could be better friends.....if morning just started later in the day!"

btw . . . ME TOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelly said...

I haven't had the pleasure of my mammies being mashed! This year maybe. I'm still too young but it runs in the family.

What a crappy way to start the day (2 days!).

Rebecca said...

You know me and how important my coffee is to me...I feel your pain. ;)

I know the Mammograms aren't fun - but they're for a good cause!

And I LOVE your dog! What breeds is he made up of? He almost looks like a GSD, but he's got the brindle of like a boxer or a pitbull?