Of Mice and Men

Last weekend, my son and I ventured out in torrential rain to purchase - ON PURPOSE - some mice. Real, live, poop machine mice!

This week, my husband decided to finish painting our bedroom -- hang with me, these two random paragraphs ARE related. He's painting in the evenings after work. We are not using low-VOC paint (if we ever paint our bedroom again, we will definitely go low-VOC!) By bedtime, the bedroom still stinks. And, there's a paint tarp covering the dressers, another on the floor, his ladder, paint trays... all sorts of stuff all over the place.

So, we decided to "camp out" in the family room until the painting is done...

Guess what? That whole "not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse" thing makes absolutely no sense! Mice stir... ALL NIGHT LONG!

Here we are, trying to catch a little shut-eye before a new day filled with work, meetings, kids, meetings, shopping, meetings... and all we could hear the whole night was the whir-whir-whir of the little mice running on their wheel.

If you are Christmas shopping, and your list happens to include a couple live mice... we have some for you! :) Merry Christmas!