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2009-08-31 - 7:20 p.m.
And speaking of shit, I need to go out to my car and start cleaning that mouse poop out of those softball helmets. Damn little guys got busy over the summer and I can't borrow the varsity helmets anymore starting tomorrow. Damn it. This is going to be so nasty - not to mention the fact that I'm worried that if I don't clean them well enough one of my girls will get sick. I went grocery shopping right after practice and so got home about 20 minutes ago. I decided that I could have a half hour off to eat/relax. But in about 7 minutes, I've got to get off my butt and starting cleaning. Then I need to grade and then I need to crash. I'm setting a time limit - I will be in bed by 9. Let's see how much poop cleaning and b.s. reading (I'm still grading those God awful persuasive essays. Every year! Always terrible!) I can get done in the next hour and a half. Edit: Note to Self: Where there is poop from a creature, chances are the creature that produced said poop is probably still nearby. That being said, I have no idea why you were so surprised when those 5 mice popped out of that third helmet. Negative points to you for shrieking like a little girl and then dropping the f-bomb in front of those neighbor kids. Seriously. Add a shower (check) and laundry to my to-do list tonight. I feel nauseous. Wow. Gonna vomit. Way too much close proximity to mouse poop. Please, please, please don't let there be any more mice in my trunk. It would be so unfortunate to find a little mouse body a few months from now. Also, if I get fucking Hantavirus and die because of those little rats, I am going to be so pissed. They do not pay me enough for this shit. |
