Two things, since I'm really not awake yet and trying to start dinner. Oatmeal Head started a summer class today, a Young Inventors class at the local community college. He talked my ear off on the way home, totally jazzed. Made him feel intelligent, problem solving with other teens. Made me a happy mom, too.
Second, when I got home from work this morning (I slept, BTW, since everyone at work is coming down with the flu and I wanted my immune system in fighting shape to keep it away), the Hunny greets me with, "There's a mouse in the oven. Can you get it out?" "What? Like, now?"
I actually walked into the kitchen before he was up, lifted the towel on the homemade apple pie he'd left cooling (apples from his boss' tree as well as ours), drooled a little and went to find him to ask if I could have a piece for breakfast (the answer was no - something about wanting to wait till we're all together to slice into it - selfish!). It turns out that while the pie was baking, he happened to look down into the bottom of the oven (we have a gas range and there are vent openings for the gas heat) and see a very dead mouse. He's easily grossed out, so even asking me to remove the mouse made his stomach churn.
Needless to say, by the time I opened the oven this evening there was nothing but a charcoal briquet in the oven. In fact, I called him at work to question whether or not he'd really seen a mouse, but he described its little whiskers and nose and tail, so I have to take his word for it.
Guess who won't be having apple pie for dessert tonight?
Until I write again ...
All that work baking the pie, but I agree, there is no way in hell I would touch a piece...oh crap!
What kind of seasoning/taste would a dead mouse add to the flavor? I'm cringing here girl....
Did you get the charcoaled thing out? Ugh!
Congrats to your boy on his new class...should be challenging!
Ah Man! All that work and it would have been so good. I am a bit against dead thinks in my oven too.
Wait, he continued to bake the pie after finding the mouse? EW!!
Ya ever watch SURVIVOR... ;-) Send them the apple pie.
OK .... I admit I haven't been reading your blogs very long .... and the gender of the characters involved as well as ages haven't been established for me .... but did I assume correctly ... "hubby" wouldn't get a dead mouse out of the oven BEFORE he cooked an apple pie? Yet made YOU take it out?
I need to take lessons from this man!!! (but don't offer me any of his pie!)
Oh. My. Goodness! Men's actions/re-actions are sometimes almost unbelievable. What a story!
Oh golly! That might beat my rat story :P
Ew. ew. ew.!!!!! Why would he cook the yummy pie with the mouse! What a waste!
Oh and I hope you are all well soon.
Okay - I actually thought that it was funny that the apple pie had baked along with the mouse. I can't say if I would or wouldn't have eaten the pie but . . . the whole thing was sort of rib-tickling!
make that two of us... as if I could be where that pie was. BUT IF I were in a place to eat it... eeeew.
Never a dull moment over there!
Since our family found out that Mrs Smith made about as good a pie as can be had (short of a trip to Marie Calendar's) we don't bake many. Now if you talk cakes, the wife teaches the Wilton Cake Decorating classes at the local Michael's so plenty of cakes go through the oven here at Rabbit Run. MUD
Oh gawd that means an even bigger animal took it back to its lair to feast on...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Your husband bakes pies? Holy crap, do you know how luck you are!!!
I don't know HOW I missed this entry. How funny!
I am the bug-killing-ninja in our house. DH kills spiders, but I don't wait for him. I am not the fleeing screaming wussy type. Although I have screamed. Just ask DH about the scorpion in the laundry pile! He didn't even witness the huge wolf spider incident.
Yeah, I don't think I would eat a pie with "essence of mouse" baked into it. Creepy.
Poor little mouse! I hope it died quickly.
Mice used to get in my folks' oven. Couldn't tell the difference, though - the food was always awful.
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