just in case you haven't had enough (of mice)

On Sunday, I was talking to my Dad about our mouse, er, problem (which, by the way, I feel that we are winning the rodent war at our house) and he told me a story about a man he once met in England while my Dad was serving a mission there. This man had been walking around his house at night one time and accidentally stepped on a pack-rat (I hate it when that happens!). For you vermin ignoramuses, pack rats are not small creatures. And he knew that if he took his foot off this rodent that it would bite and attack him.

Now, what would you do? Find a book? Get comfortable? Pray for wings? Make a mental note to call a realtor in the morning? Maybe.

Well, this unfortunate man did none of those things. He stomped the heck out of it with his other foot. (I pray this never happens to a one-footed person) And went back to bed. (Maybe he washed his feet first?) Aye, he's a brave Englisher.

So there you go. I probably wouldn't share this story at bedtime with the youngins', but you all did learn something today. You know, just in case this ever happens to you.

You're welcome.

we resolve

Our family's goals for this year:

Weston: To be home by 6:00 for dinner. (I may have helped with that one.)

Brigette: To have the house at Weston-level by the time Weston gets home at 6:00. (Weston may have helped with that one.)

Brooklyn: To be the best she can be.

Roman: To learn new tricks.

Greggory: To help Dad build things and to get a whooping crane.

Holland: To learn to say, "I love Daddy." (Want to guess who might have helped with that one?)