you might pee your pants a little....I warned you

Saturday night we loaded up the truck and headed to Petco so middle son could get his birthday present, a mouse or two. While we are walking up to the store I looked over and saw that our favorite pizza restaurant was next door and I had remembered that we told the birthday boys that they could have pizza for dinner.

So we spend about half an hour picking out the cage and the mice and by now I am hungry and want a glass {or three} wine wine. I was in a pet store with three kids....need I say more? So we check out and start toward the restaurant and D'man says "we can't take those mice in there" to which I say "watch me."

So I put the little cardboard box in my purse and walk right in. I pick my seat near a wall set my purse on the floor by my leg and keep my leg touching the bag the whole time. The kids kept saying things rather loud about they hope the mice are fine and we keep hushing them and assuring them they were fine.

After 2 1/2 glasses of wine and pizza I was signing our check when all of a sudden I felt something on my leg. I first brushed it off but then quickly looked down and this freakin' mouse with red beady eyes was coming up my leg very fast and staring right at me! I yelled! The kids and D'man are looking at me like what the hell is your problem mom...too much wine? I looked right at D'man with that look, you all know that look right that says Houston we have a problem and you need to fix it NOW.

D'man jumps into action runs over to me grabs the little sucker {cause the one rule was that I am NEVER going to touch these things EVER} and throws him in my purse and runs out to the truck with purse in hand. The boys see whats going on and take off running out the door while I gather little princess, and finish the last of my wine cause I was not leaving 1/2 a glass just sitting there, and act like I have no idea just why my family ran out so fast and that we are really a normal family and by the way thank you the pizza was awesome.

Once in the truck we see that both mice are not in the box and D'man starts flipping out thinking that one got lose in the restaurant and holy shit what should we do? When I start looking through my only 2 month old Gucci purse and see they are BOTH in there and they had shit everywhere! NOOOOOOO not in me Gucci purse! Those little things had better be happy they are still alive because right then and there I was about to wipe them out the window or feed them to the cat when we got home.

Needless to say the next day when we went back to get oldest son his mouse we did not even think about stopping anywhere....just about getting home and FAST.