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My husband's a mountain man. So in August we packed up the car and headed for some "Rich and Pam" time amidst the glorious terrain of Lake City, Colorado.
Now I love mountains, too. But I have a secret that to this day gives me the creeps. Cabins remind me of mice. Years ago Shelley and I shared a speaking engagement in New Mexico where mice invaded our cabin, and now, almost five years later, I'm still not over it!
So when Rich pulled up to the log cabin and joyfully announced, "Let's stay here," I had my reservations but like a good obedient wife, I accepted the invitation.
Upon entering the cabin, Rich laughed, "Hey, Pam, guess what this is?" He pointed to stove burners wrapped the Reynolds foil. The only problem was the foil was scattered about in itty bitty pieces.
"Mice!" I yelled. "I'm out of here!"
But we'd already paid the deposit and Rich assured me with a Boy Scouts promise that the cabin was mice free. I felt better, that is, until I saw the gray fuzzy varmint scurry under the bed. For the rest of the evening until bedtime I was stuck on freeze, glued to the couch, trembling with my Bible in hand for safe keeping. All during the night, all I could think about was that mouse in the other bedroom.
At 2:30 in the morning I got up for a drink of water, banging my feet on the floor on purpose. That mouse needed to know I meant business. He'd better HIDE and HIDE right now! Guess he didn't listen. I immediately discovered him crawling out of my purse on the kitchen table! YIPES!
Now I will not tell you what came out of my mouth as I screamed for Rich, but it wasn't entirely lovely or praise worthy. In no time AT ALL I had my pillow and comforter in hand, stomping out of that cabin like a mad woman to sleep in the back seat of the truck. All I could hear as I slammed the door was Rich hollering, "You're crazy! You're crazy!"
The following morning while visiting with the resort caretaker, Rich was told there was a bear in the camp looking in all the windows the night before. Now wouldn't that have been a sight to behold if I had run into him in the dark. Indeed, I had survived yet another catastrophe - a bear mauling this time!
So we left the mouse pit, drove down the road, only to lodge in... yes... ANOTHER cabin. But I noticed as we entered the cabin Rich had been so thoughtful to have purchased mouse traps for ME!
"How sweet of him!" I thought.
Yet I discovered later it wasn't for me. It was for HIM. That mouse the night before had scurried up and down Rich's arms and chest all night long!
Now, friend, let me ask you a question and you be honest, "WHO'S CRAZY NOW?"
Isn't life comical? You gotta laugh about things that set you off, even if it involves a creepy crawling critter!
Ecclesiastes 3:4 - How true it is:
"There's a time to weep and there's a time to laugh"
Lovin' you,
Pam
See Pam's blog - "Worry is Today's Mice Nibbling on Tomorrow's Cheese"
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