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I screamed at a mouse. Or rat. It was either a big mouse or small rat. I sounded like the James Brown car alarm and Don came running.

You see I've never been scared of rats or mice - in fact my son's dad was scared to death of them and I was always the one that baited the traps and disposed of the body.

It was kinda fun to be a girlie girl once.

talk about "false impressions" when you read the topic heading.

@ Connie!! You poor thing, you!!

RinglingRingling wrote:talk about "false impressions" when you read the topic heading.

I am guessing that there isn't much Connie HASN"T done!

ph4ever wrote:I screamed at a mouse. Or rat. It was either a big mouse or small rat. I sounded like the James Brown car alarm and Don came running.

You see I've never been scared of rats or mice - in fact my son's dad was scared to death of them and I was always the one that baited the traps and disposed of the body.

It was kinda fun to be a girlie girl once.

I'm the mouse/bat catcher, spider/wasp killer in my house, so I know what you mean. Never was much of a girlie girl.

BUT, I did scream at a mouse once. I was watching the Green Mile on TV, and that big guy was healing the mouse that the nasty mean guy had killed. We were really into it... the intensity of the moment... when suddenly a REAL tiny baby mouse ran out from under the TV, ran in front of us and and disappeared in the pocket door crack!

I screamed and about went crazy! My son and husband in the room didn't see it and didn't believe me when I told them, until he poked his head out again... Guess he wanted to see that part of the movie, too.

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ph4ever wrote:I screamed at a mouse. Or rat. It was either a big mouse or small rat. I sounded like the James Brown car alarm and Don came running.

You see I've never been scared of rats or mice - in fact my son's dad was scared to death of them and I was always the one that baited the traps and disposed of the body.

It was kinda fun to be a girlie girl once.

Apparently you screamed loud enough to send him scurrying to my house, cause that's where he is now, and mine and my daughters' screaming has done nothing.......he's shut in the other room til hubby gets home

mommar wrote:

ph4ever wrote:I screamed at a mouse. Or rat. It was either a big mouse or small rat. I sounded like the James Brown car alarm and Don came running.

You see I've never been scared of rats or mice - in fact my son's dad was scared to death of them and I was always the one that baited the traps and disposed of the body.

It was kinda fun to be a girlie girl once.

Apparently you screamed loud enough to send him scurrying to my house, cause that's where he is now, and mine and my daughters' screaming has done nothing.......he's shut in the other room til hubby gets home

UNDERSTANDING WOMEN
(A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)

I know I'm not going to understand women.
I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax,
pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root,
and still be afraid of a spider.

My Brother-in-law would've reacted the exact same way. BUT, he is a football player/construction worker. Sad.

ph4ever wrote: It was kinda fun to be a girlie girl once.

I usually like to save that for Fantasy Fest.