Mickey Mouse OR maybe not....

Yesterday the boys and I were at home hanging out when Alley (our cat) started freaking out at something under the couch where we were sitting. I immediately thought MOUSE! So I got up moved the boys and stood in the living room with the wood stove shovel in hopes it would run out. My intentions were to whack it over the head or just to whack it in general. I never saw it and eventually Alley got lazy and just laid on the floor. If I would have saw it I am pretty sure I would have ran and screamed like a little girl. I absolutely hate mice and tried to kill one once and it freaked me out. So I was freaked about this mouse all day and didn't want to sit on the couch. When Eric got home I told him about the mouse I thought was under the couch. We never looked for it and he went to work. SO this morning while I was still in bed and Eric and Owen were up. Owen came to Eric holding the mouse (it was dead) and said "daddy, Mickey mouse, Mickey mouse daddy". I am so glad I did not see it because I would have freaked out. So that's our Mickey mouse story for today. Gotta love kids :) Oh, and I should mention that I am glad the cats caught the mouse and killed it so I wouldn't have too : )