The thing about unemployment is, really, all the time at home. Most days this time simply drives you a little batty and can lead to a sadness that seems only to be satisfied by eating far too many Food, and, lucky you! being home means youre mere feet from all the food you own. swell.
other days, however, it means youre the first to encounter the mouse youve been flatmates with for the past 4 months on its death bed once the poison you reluctantly allowed your exterminator to place behind your fridge has finally kicked in. yipes.
it was an upsetting experience to say the least. look at that FACE!!! i was instructed by various men in my life to throw the sucker in the trash! the Trash! this was especially hard for me since, as an unemployed lassie i am without bedtime, and thus spent the most face time with little mouse since he was a late night snacker. however, i did find some resolve in his choice to go to his permanent resting place in a sock that belongs to none other than ME. yea, we had a connection.
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