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Super Hero Mary vs The Evil Mouse

It started as one of those pathetic birthday Eve’s.. I was alone and having a totally selfish, silly, pity party so I decided to take a drive and ponder how much I hated my birthdays.
I was out in the middle of nowhere driving while on the phone with Don (blue tooth of course), when I thought I felt something at my feet. I brushed  it off thinking it was nothing, again I felt something running across my feet, again I ignored it. Then it happened, something crawled up to my shoulder and jumped on to my dashboard, a mouse…yes there was a mouse in my car….a mouse in my car!?!?!?
I must say I am humiliated and ashamed of my behavior after that. I screamed, found a place to quickly pull over and jumped out of my car in squeamish fear. “Are you sure it was a mouse” Don asked from the phone. “Yes” I screeched, it ran across the dashboard, “it was terrifying.”
I called my children who all offered to come to my rescue immediately, then remembered my sister Mary lived close by, “please hurry I cried bring your shotgun, “I’m on my way,” she said calmly, “but I think aiming a shotgun at your Hyundai would be the equivalent of dropping nuclear weapons on Luchenbach.” If you know my sister Mary, you would think she might be the last person you would call when faced with a possible mouseaacre. She is a beauty queen who always dresses to the nines, not the kind of girl you think could take on an evil attack mouse. But I knew the other side of Mary, the Mary who had run off rattlesnakes and scorpions with her heels without flinching. Yes she was my best hope for ridding my car of the evil rodent.
Moments later Mary arrived in her black SUV, like Wonder Woman she looked perfectly put together in spite of the late hour, with a flashlight in one hand and a broom in the other, the evil attack mouse was no match for Super Hero Mary. She prodded and hunted the mouse but it cowered and refused to show itself in her presence.
“But what if he is still in the car somewhere?” I asked from what I hoped was a safe 50 yards away.
“I will drive your car home,” Mary said without flinching, “I’m not afraid of no mouse.” So bravely she got behind the wheel of my car and drove it back to my house, while I nervously followed driving her car. I am certain that mouse was still in the car hiding, fearful of its fate if found by Mary.
We arrived back at my house shortly after midnight, “It’s your birthday,” Mary said when we arrived, we should celebrate, so we went into my house and toasted the day and our adventure with a lovely glass of wine and some Vermont cheese.
I quickly realized my earlier self loathing had been ridiculous, I was indeed a lucky girl, with family who would show up at anytime when I was in trouble. Shortly after Mary left Don called to check on me, I was fine I told him, but the car is in the driveway and somewhere in there lurks a mouse waiting for me to get back in so it can terrorize me.
Don promised a full mouse investigation as well as a thorough fumigation as soon as he got home, he even offered to let me drive his precious Thunderbird until he could present me with definitive proof that there were no attack mice in my car.
I went to sleep that night thinking of past birthdays both good and bad knowing that 2016 and my humiliating behavior when faced with a tiny mouse would make this for certain my most memorable birthday ever.

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Favorite color - pink Favorite place to visit - anywhere I am at the moment What I love most about life - spending time with family and friends If I could do anything I wanted - I would travel every inch of the earth and write.

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