Only me???

Have you ever wondered why some things just happen to you? I often wonder that. Last night was no exception. It wasn't a bad night by any means, just funny.



First, I got home from work intending to change my clothes before I went shopping with my mother...who was on her way to get me. I walk into the back door of the house (that goes into the laundry room) and I see Eugene staring at me through the glass on the door into the kitchen. He has the dumbfounded look on his face and he's shaking his head back and forth and wagging his finger at me. I have no earthly idea what he's doing so I ask him "What are you doing?" He cracks the door just enough so I can get in and says "We have a mouse." I start going into freak out mode because rodents and I just don't get a long. Then I notice he has the stove pulled out and the doors blocked to the other rooms and he told me he's going to catch the little (cuss word I won't repeat). So I let him keep hunting and I walk into the dining room and start opening the mail. I open a letter and turn around to tell him what it says and see the critter run across the floor on the other side of the refrigerator. I started screaming and Eugene is getting irritated so I told him I saw it run by the refrigerator. He shoves a broom in my hand and told me to guard the door in case it runs my way. Great!!!! I'm in a tank top, dress shorts, and sandals. He better hope that it doesn't run across my feet because the neighbors will hear me scream and he will get hit with the broom!



He pulls out the refrigerator and gets down on all fours to see the mouse (I'm hoping it jumps out at him) and he finds it. So he has the bright idea he's going to vacuum the mouse into the Hyla (vacuum with water in it) so he gets the extensions and tries to vacuum the mouse. He doesn't get it and the mouse has disappeared. I'm not sure where it is now but we set some traps. I didn't get to change but I left him on his great mouse hunt.



My mom picked me up and my almost 15-year old brother came with us. Any time my mother and I get together, we say or do something stupid and end up laughing so hard we cry. Throw my brother in the mix and there's no chance for us. We went shopping and everything went great. I have to add that my mom bought me this awesome red purse that I absolutely love!



After shopping we went to Applebee's for dinner. We are sitting at the table talking and Aaron tells us about a comedian who is coming to Columbia. Being the smart alec that I am, I said "Guess who is coming to Boonville?". Mom guessed it and said "Chubby Checker". Aaron looks at us with this blank expression and asked us if it was a band. I told him that Chubby Checker was a man and Mom and I bust out in our rendition of "let's do the twist...." Aaron gives us another weird look and said...get ready for this..."Oh, I thought it was a weight loss program." The look on his face and the fact he thought Chubby Checker was a weight loss program threw Mom and I into a fit of hysterical giggles with crying soon to follow. It was classic and I know that everyone in the restaurant thought we were a little bit crazy.



As if that wasn't enough, we left the restaurant and was going home. Mom's driving, I'm in the passenger seat, and Aaron is sitting behind me. Aaron and Mom are arguing over the radio. Aaron wants the volume turned to 18 and Mom has it on 12. Aaron is sitting in the back seat saying "18" over and over again and Mom is telling him he doesn't need it that loud. We are coming to a stop light that's turned red and I see that Mom isn't stopping. I start saying "red light...red light....RED LIGHT!" and she realized that I meant the light was red half-way through the stop light. Guess what Mom? The light was red. Red means stop. We get on the highway and it's funny but we are lucky there wasn't a cop or any other cars around. Then Mom comes up with her excuse if she had gotten pulled over. She said she would have told the officer that "she had to pass gas really, really bad; her son was in the back seat yelling 18 over and over again; and her daughter was yelling 'red light, red light' and she just got confused". I told her that it was a good excuse but the cop would have told her she should have listened to her daughter! I know, I'm always right........