MRS. JEFE AND THE SHOES

FOR 40 YEARS PLUS OR MINUS IVE BEEN MARRIED TO A LADY WHO I DEEM AS BEING ONE OF THE TOUGHEST AROUND.  over the years ive seen her put up with my nonsense while raising 3 kids, who made exceptional grades, didn't get on drugs, or get involved in a gang society, except for the rodeo gang.  ive seen her take on belligerent  drunks with nothing but a doubled rope, and win!  if she even thinks I might be unfaithful a piece of sharpened stainless steel appears from nowhere with a threat of crude surgery on apendages of my body. ive heard ex girl friends of my sons state their fear of her. altho I can only think of one that should be.   so you can understand  my why I find this story so humourus.  last night I was awakened from a sound sleep by a resounding thump against the bathroom door! as I struggled to come awake a second and third thump hit the wall. turning on the bedside lamp I realized the mrs. wasn't there. going to the bathroom door I heard another whump as something bounced off the door.   cracking the door and peering inside I see the mrs. standing on the toilet with a shoe poised for a throw. a mouse she says, hes trapped here in the room and I cant get out! I immediately imagine a mangy mouse almost as big as a packrat, with a runny nose and little beady eyes and a snarl on his peaked little mouth. she pointed to a vanity and said he was behind  it! sliding it to one side  was a mouse about the size of my thumb nail! I promply dispatched the little guy and moved him to the waste paper basket.   the mrs. meekly stepped down and returned to bed. I told her don't worry, nothing wrong there. if it was a frog I would have been on top of the toilet with you!