Alright funny guy! Thanks for the lovely surprise.
We spent this last week in Steamboat, Colorado with some of my family (stay tuned for that exciting future post :) ). One early morning while we were there, my sister-in-law Nora dropped little Charlie's pacifier under her bed. When she went to pick it up, she saw this freaky-fake rat. At the time, it just looked like a real huge dead rat so it made her scream. (It honestly was not put there by any of us, so that was a little crazy and random.) The whole rest of the week the rat was used to freak each other out. I still won't touch it. It happens to be Reese's favorite new toy. She likes to suck on the tail when she finds it, so I have to make Tom grab it away and hide it.
So anyway, last night I was going through my laundry trying to find my scrubs to wash for work today and hidden at the very bottom was the rat. And yes, I did scream! So fess up, funny guy!

4 comments:
I'm having memories of that grody green plastic worm. I think Sarah introduced that. Ewwee. Where did the rat ever come from and how did it end up at your house?
NO idea where the rat came from. It was at the condo we were staying at in Steamboat under one of the beds. Then I'm assuming my brother (or possibly my parents)brought it back with him on his way back through Denver and put it at the bottom of my laundry bin. Big boogar! Yeah, any thing that resembles something creepy and crawly freaks me out. When I was in junior high or high school, Adam would scare me over and over again with this big fake spider. My brain somehow never registers that things like that aren't real no matter how many times I see it.
I don't know who left the rat in the laundry bin, but I think it's the "funny guy" who likes to pat butts. I miss you guys already.
Rachel, I was thinking you should take a picture of Reese playing with the rat. That could be a funny picture. Of course, you need to be careful because if CPS found a pic of your baby sucking on a rat tail, they might think you're a neglectful mom....
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