Have you ever done that -- daydreamed your life as the opening credits of a sitcom? Well, now you know that I have. Mine was always the "city girl out on her own" gig - very Mary Tyler Moore. I also starred in and wrote some extremely high quality Huffy bike commercials. ME? Enjoys being the center of attention? NOOOO!
And you know, even though I was so traumatized by The Great Mouse Invasion of 2009 that I wrote "chocolate mouse pie" instead of chocolate mousse pie in a previous post, it really has provided great fodder and fun for this blog.
So when I mentioned to my dad that the fan motor in my car sounded like an unbalanced washing machine and he hypothesized that there might be a chunk of ice stuck inside, I REALLY, REALLY secretely hoped it would turn out to be a rodent.
Clearly you see where this is going.
Oma and I are currently driving to Chicago with Punkin to be part of a Fragile X study and Opa is at home checking out my car. He called about 10 minutes ago; this is a rough retelling of our conversation:
Opa: So there was definitely something in there making it unbalanced. You'll never believe what it was.
Me (using my best high-pitched, hyper voice): IT WAS NOT A MOUSE!!
Opa (who is dying laughing): Yes! They won't leave you alone!
Me: MOM, it was a MOUSE! Was he all frozen?
Opa: Yes! He was in there, which made it unbalanced, and his tail was hitting the blades. I think he crawled in for warmth and then when you started your car it sucked him from the heater coil into the fan.
Me: Mom, HIS TAIL WAS HITTING THE BLADES!!
Oma: UGH! Was he all chopped up?
Me: No, he was FROZEN! This is so awesome.