Rat Race

Dollar Theater? Check. Gone out to eat? At least a hundred times. My husband and I had fallen into a creative dating rut. We love every second together so it's pretty easy to become complacent to the activities we're doing, and little by little the quality of those activities have diminished. This weekend as my husband pumped out his last few hours at work, I brainstormed about what I could do to surprise him that would be so enthralling I'd have to win wife of the year award. I don't know if what I came up with counts, but nevertheless I got to work. I rushed over to Jack's Pet Store and bought two feeder mice (cute as can be minus those demon eyes of theirs). When I got home I put them in a box, and headed straight to the dumpster. After diving around for a while, I finally compiled enough cardboard boxes to make a maze out of. Yes, this would be a rat race. When Mr. Haley's Husband got home I guided him to our backyard where the maze and box of mice waited for us. We marked that back of each mouse with a sharpie, mine red and his blue, and let the race begin!

- Haley Tharp

My little Winner