The Dishwasher and a Possum

Two nights ago I had to take Cam to baseball practice. Britt is still milking this flu for all its worth, I mean, he's still struggling with the horrendous case of flu that has descended upon him. Might I mention that according to him, this is the worst case of flu that anyone has ever had. Have any of you wives noticed that if you and your husband are both sick somehow the flu, cold, strep, virus, etc. is always worse for him? We should do a case study.

Ok. Chased that rabbit far enough.

When I got home from taking Cam to baseball practice Tuesday night, my sweet little Carlie was busy as a bee loading the dishwasher. The Littlest Love had unloaded it. All the clean dishes were strewn about the countertop. She asked me to open the Cascade for her, which I did. She closed the dishwasher and turned it on. Our lives continued for the next hour of dinner, bath, and bedtime. As I headed the kids up the stairs it occurred to me that the dishwasher was running. I had forgotten about it. I went back to the kitchen to check the load of dishes. I meant to do it earlier. I was afraid there would be something on the bottom rack melting into the bottom of the dishwasher! I opened the door and this is what I found.


That sweetheart! She did a fabulous job on the top rack. But Britt and I laughed so hard at the pot on the bottom! Dirty dish water was just running off the top of it. Bless little Carlie's heart. She tried. I will never tell her it was upside down. I just flipped the pot over and let the cycle continue. When I went back up to tuck her in, I thanked her for helping Mommy with the dishes. She replied, "Mommy, I know that is one of the hardest things you have to do everyday.". God love that child! She truly is thoughtful.

Last night was no less eventful. We had Britt's dad over for dinner. During the time he was here our garage door was left open. He left around 7:30. We closed the door and proceeded with our nighttime routine as usual.
Britt and I stay up until around 11:30. As we were ready to head up to bed I began turning off lamps, checking doors, and started the dishwasher. Britt was standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting on me to finish. (Imagine that). He looked at me funny and said "What's that noise?". I didn't hear anything. But I was across the kitchen. He listened intently. Then he got this funny look on his face and said "There is something in our garage.". I asked if the door was closed. He said it was. (In recent weeks the door has been left open and our neighbors' cat has gotten in the garage.) I moved over toward Britt and listened too. We could hear something rustling around. Finally, I said "just turn on the light!". We did and then we both cracked up laughing! There was a POSSUM in our recycle bin!!!!!

The little rodent was really trying to get the milk jug out of the bottom. We stood there and watched him for a minute. I opened the door.....to take a picture, of course! That possum just looked at me. We couldn't believe it. He wasn't even scared. He went right back to the milk jug. There must have been something really tasty in there!

He's really kinda cute...in a disgusting, creepy crittery, kinda way. He finally spooked and took off out of the recycle bin. I was just about to snap a picture when he bolted. Here is how it turned out.....
......I nearly knocked myself unconscious on the door in an attempt to jump back into the house! Did I mention that I don't particularly care for critters????

My brave husband grabbed a flashlight, opened the garage door, and proceeded to stomp his feet like an idiot and shine his light under the cars and shelves. After a few minutes we decided he was gone. We closed the doors and went to bed.
So, if you come by the house and the garage door is down do not assume that I am not home. I'm just possum-proofing from now on.......