I was going to triumphantly blog about the challah bread I made last night... but instead I am going to gross everyone on this Saturday morning by posting a horrifying and unexpected experience I had.
I decided to go running this morning since it is almost 50 degrees outside (whaat) and sunny. I put on my running clothes, put my hair in a ponytail, got my iPod+Nike all hooked up, and went to put my shoes on. There was something in my shoe though, and of course I thought it was one of Bentley's toys (which I have found before in my shoe). So I went to fish it out.....
.... and it was a dead mouse. Like a real dead mouse, not just a Bentley toy.
I freaked out, started crying like I just found out Carlos on Desperate Housewives is blind, panic-called Nick... I don't know how a mouse got in here! And then how it died! It looks like it was mauled or bitten or something because of that huge black mark... unless it has the black plague, and in that case I am going to die soon so someone please just award me a certificate in teaching so that my life is not all for nothing.
I think Bentley killed it. Nick suggested that he died of old age, which is much worse because that means I was living with a mouse who decided one day to croak and then freak me out for the rest of my life.
I can never wear shoes again :(