Feminism Schmeminism

A mouse looked at me from under the stove. HE LOOKED AT ME!

So, that gives me leave to stand on my seat, Yell "Dave..Dave...DAVID!" and tell him: " you need to fix this because you are the boy." Right?

I looked around, and there was an terrified elephant standing on the kitchen chair holding a broom. The cloud of dust that Gloria Steinem left as she leapt to the top of our entertainment center was stifling.. And Dave put my remaining dignity in the trap with the peanut butter and cheese. What a night.

(this actually happened a few weeks ago, but I was hesitant to post it because I didn't want my mom to read it and worry that mice are eating me alive. Then I realized that she probably doesn't read my blogs, since she still asks me how to turn on her cell phone, the one she originally bought for emergencies. Think about that one.)