I’m sitting here in what I think I may be entitled to describe as a significant amount of pain, having had my nose pierced yesterday. I thought it would help the rock chick image I’ve been leaning towards, and have wanted it done for ages, so Nikki said that would be her birthday present to me. Off we headed to the Flamingo, where a young girl shot me in the nose with a gun (a gun!) and left me in tears. She almost certainly did not have a firearms certificate. Nor the generosity of spirit to use some form of anaesthesia. My nose hurts, my eye hurts, my teeth hurt, my head hurts. It was a nice gift.
No, really, I love it. It just… well… hurts. But you got that. Anyway, we went to Starbucks in an attempt to numb the pain by caffeine overdose [COFFEE HELPS] (subliminal message), and Nikki elaborated on a text she’d sent me that morning, which had said didn’t sleep much on Thurs night due to a mouse. Yes, yet another friend has fallen victim to the Great Mouse Invasion 2007, and I listened in amusement as she described the moment of the sighting, the screams for help, and the eventual appearance of her brave husband nervously brandishing a brush.
Yes, Monkeyman is scared of mice. This is fantastic news.
The mouse has not been seen since the initial sighting, but Nikki now refuses to sit with her feet on the floor, in case it – I don’t know -perhaps chews her leg off without her noticing. They’re dangerous like that. The poor girl can’t sleep, so terrorised is she by the thought of the sneaky intruder running over her face. Monkeyman twitched in his sleep the other night and she screamed the place down. Hysteria appears to have taken control.
So what is to be done about the current mouse rampage in our homes and workplaces? They make me slightly nervous, I’ll confess, but not for the conventional reasons. No, I’m thinking more along the lines of The Hichhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. If you haven’t read it, then you probably should. There could be more to this mouse overload than meets the eye.
Remember your towel… and DON’T PANIC.
Filed under: coffee, conversations, Fear, friends, mice
Scared, me, don’t think so!
For those ridiculous allegations I will wish a rather nasty head cold on you. Should be fun with a newly pierced nose, or maybe snot!
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I’m very disappointed by the fact that you have not included a picture of the new nose piercing. I demand a picture now!
I’m also very happy that I live far far away (and 3 floors up) from the mouse invasion.
Congrats on your new hole! Now you can still breathe while holding your nose, which is quite a useful party trick.
Hey at least they used the gun and not the giant needle. When I saw that needle go right through my tongue I almost passed out.
K8 I almost passed out just reading your post. Getting my ears pierced was almost too much for me (as Hails can vouch for). Ooooh have got shivers just thinking about it.
The mouse has now escaped from the stud wall and spent last night running about my bedroom floor, while I sat bolt upright in bed, hoping against hope that it wouldn’t come near me!!
I think that story deserves to be in one of your blog entries.
ANYWAY, what I wanted to say is that you are a wimp. KK got hers done and there was blood everywhere, but she didn’t even wince!!
WIMP!
lunatic!! i worked with a guy once who had too many pierced places…….i saw some but not all of them!! i feel sick typing this!
Hails, you cannot be in that much pain! Am grateful to be at last mentioned in your blog but feel I need a new name, Nik Nak is much cooler- I demand to be changed.
The mouse has still not appeared but you never know where it may jump out so still keeping my feet up!
Monkeyman – I am not scared of you and your evil threats. You are frightened of mice. You have no power over me.
Becs, K8 and Billy – It’s not that I was SCARED of the gun. I was very brave. I didn’t even think about it, just sort of skipped in, quite merrily. It was only when the entire right side of my face began to throb that I began to feel less enthusiastic about the whole experience. And the tears were not because I was crying, which I wasn’t, but more of an uncontrollable physical reaction to being shot in the nose.
Ally – mine’s different, though. ‘Cause it’s cool.
Nikki – sorry, blogger’s decision is final… Nik Nak didn’t work. Ohhhhh, so much power!! PS – nose pain dying down but it is still quite red, plus He Who Brings The Coffee is curious about what will happen if I catch the cold that Kate kindly brought to work today. His exact remarks were “You can’t even pick it… there’ll be a queue forming in there.” He is a strange kind of boss.