No Chance for Cheese

First of all, just a quick reminder that my dear hubby is brilliant. He really is. Not in that pocket protector sense; but in that "I'll win Jeopardy someday" way.
Not so smart last night. Okay, at the risk of exposing us as one of those families that Oprah would help "get cleaned up", I'll share. Monday, I started smelling something. "Honey, there's a weird smell in the kids' rooms...smells musty or dead."
He still blames my senses as being overly sensitive thanks to my recent flux in hormones. I know better.
Tuesday, "still stinks...now, my bathroom reaks."
Wednesday, "I think there's a dead mouse in the heat ducts, cuz when the furnace kicks on, I could gag."
So, while I keep the kids occupied up here, he makes like Scheider on One Day at a Timehttp://www.tv.com/one-day-at-a-time/show/1317/summary.html white tee & everything. The only thing he was missing was that creepy skinny 'stache & a worn out tool belt...
Anywho, he's down there a long time & then I hear it. Surprised the lights didn't flicker. He screams & I hear lots of commotion & things falling down. Seems the mouse was found. Dead. Electricuted. Shocked -- just like Jeff; who FAILED to shut off circuits before picking around through LIVE wires to untangle our furry friend.
I reminded him to "please be more careful next time. there's no way I could afford these house payments if you die."
By the way, Jeff said poor mousie was severely electricuted with painful burns down his back. He leaves behind a wife, 65 children, 155 grandchildren, 114 siblings and is preceded in death by his parents and 700 siblings and cousins.