Some Fun and Random Blather

Ugh, I hate mice! Alive, dead, I HATE mice! Today, there was one waddling around down in the basement. Mom said it was waddling because it had probably eaten poison and was about to die and all I had to do was smack it with a broom and scoop it outside. Well, I got the broom and dustpan, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not because I felt sorry for the poor bugger, but every time it moved, I would scream and jump back up the stairs. I could barely come within broomstick-reach of the thing, so Mom got sick of my freaking-out-ness and took care of it herself. Sheesh, I don't mind blood or snakes and I never hesitate to kill spiders, but put me in a room with a mouse and I run screaming for the hills. I'm such a baby.

In the category of "Funny How These Things Happen," Dad came home the other day from town with some interesting news. Back when my sister, E, and I were in elementary school, E was friends with a girl, S, but something happened and they ended up hating each other (Dad says they were "rivals." As a side note, I was friends with S's older brother in elementary school, but we just grew apart). My parents are still okay friends with S's parents and we even got a Christmas card from them and it mentioned that S was going on a mission, but she didn't have her call yet. Well, Dad came home a few days ago with the news that S had her call. You will never guess where she is going. Go ahead, guess. I'll give you thirty seconds... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Time's up. S is going to the Florida Jacksonville Mission. The exact same mission I'm going to (except she's going a month later than I am). I'm not sure how E feels about it, but I don't care. Like I said, funny how these things happen.

And, in the spirit of the political season, shellic had this quiz up on her LJ, so I figured that I ought to get on this sweet action.  And, of course, I offer my take on the results:

( Exit Polls with Obligatory Political Analysis )