There’s no denying it, I’m a huge flirt. Yesterday I went to the pet store to get fish supplies for my two buggers as seen in this drawing here. While I was there a beautiful young woman walked in with a snake around her shoulders. She was dressed sort of trendy with her high heal boots, slim line dress pants and casual blouse. She wasn’t really my type but I liked the way she carried herself. I decided to flirt a bit. As she walked to the back of the store to get feeders she parted customers as if they were the Red Sea. It was quite an amazing thing I’ll tell you that much. Of course I wanted to talk to her but the problem was she was in an area of the store that holds stuff I really despise – mice and rats.
Would I set aside my fear of rodents to get a closer look at the stunner? Why, yes, yes I would. I contemplated different horrible outcomes of going back there. What if one of those things get out? Will I scream like a wanna be cheerleader, tear my hair out and run or would I freeze and pee myself? What if it ran over my shoe and I passed out on the cage itself and had mice all over me? Was all of this worth getting a closer look at said beauty? I believed it was so I headed over to talk to her about her snake. As I did he moved his head over to me. I held out my hand and he crawled right on my shoulder. We stood there and talked for a few minutes at which time all the mice in the world meant nothing to me. Who the heck cared that I was standing by a cage of feeders? Not me. I was talking to a beautiful girl. After a little bit she held her hand back and the snake returned to her shoulders. I smiled, we said our goodbyes then parted ways.
My point in all of this is, what’s up with all the mice this week? I mean really? First I wrote a short poem and included mice, then there was one tortured by Bella followed by a chance meeting with a beautiful girl standing by a friggin colony of ‘em? What is with the mouse theme? I mean really?
I’m not afraid of snakes but I hate mice. I will, however, stand by a cage of them if it means talking to a beautiful girl.
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Here’s a shot of Gus sitting on the picnic table before it’s alteration. He’s surveying his kingdom. Now that it’s an artist’s dream table Bubble Headed Gus isn’t’ allowed up there.
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Joan of Arc
I always knew you were an odd sort. But afraid of mice? Yet willing to put a snake around your shoulders? What are you thinking? Blech shudder -eek!!!!!!!!!
She was cute, what can I say?