Saturday, September 17, 2005

Dear Darren,

"The mouse has left the house" my FOOT! Daring little dude just RAN ACROSS MY FEET! I about wet myself, and dern near broke my kneecap on the bottom of the desk trying to get off the floor!

Now he's behind the entertainment center, making all kinds of racket with the cords.

Humane traps, your Momma. Tomorrow, we set spring-loaded traps loaded with peanut butter. This is WAR.

Love you,
Stace
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