Rollerskating

So Lizzy and I decided to take the kids rollerskating the other day when we had company. The kids had a blast. Cameron ate the floor a million times but got right back up and sprinted off! Anyways, as we were getting ready I decided to grab my rollerblades in the garage...save a few bucks on rentals. So i grab them out of a cupboard out there and notice it kindof stinks in there. I turn over my rollerblades and shake them thinking, "I hope there is nothing dead in there." Nothing comes out. I walk to the car and think to myself, "I'm going to do that one more time, just in case." So i open it up wider and give it a good shake. Well, my instincts were right...out comes a dried up mouse. I scream and throw the rollerblade. Then I run to the car, tell Tom to have it cleaned up when I get home, and decide to rent skates. I guess they lasted 9 years, those good old rollerblades of mine! Can I ever wear them again? Never! I shiver at the thought of putting them on and feeling something in there. If I hadn't done the second shake, I would have.