After our last move to here I was missing my mouse. My usual statement is it isn’t lost, it is in this motor home somewhere, we would not have swept it out or thrown it away. I have another mouse hooked up so I was using it.
Sign you are in Florida, Disney and Orange Juice.
I got my flashlight and was looking in every dark corner I could think of. I was at the bottom of this stack of drawers where I sit looking up behind them.
(Other coaches & Trucks at out Fuel stop at the Pilot Flying J)
When I got up Sherry says, “Here it is, and handed it to me.”
“Where did you find it?”
“In the trash can!”
Huh oh. My rule was nearly broken, had I carried the trash out before she checked, it would have been one GONE mouse.
Our home here past years!
Normally before a move we place things that can slide or move, behind something or on the bed. This time I did not move the mouse and right under it is where we place the trash bin (Trash can). As I drove the little sucker ran off the edge and jumped in the trash. My wife is sharp!
Things move in this rig, unless they are secured.
Not as good a story as the Boomer and her Brown Bat, but just as successful. hahahaha
Thanks for coming here to read this drivel.
You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
Car of the day!
1952 Plymouth Business coupe.