They were everywhere.
In my jean drawers...
In my p.j. drawer....
Even on my bathroom ceiling....
And a week later, they haven't moved at all....
And why do I allow these miniature critters to continue to greet me every morning??
Because it cracks me up that such a plot could have been orchastrated by such a sweet little thing as this.... it just isn't possible.....
Or such an angelic face as this.... no way would HE have planned such an attack...
Angels. My little angels. That crack me up.
Although I may need to take down the bathroom mice as visitors may not find it as funny as I do that rodents are stuck to my ceiling. Real or not.
(And Braeden's black and blue forehead and cheek - Seth hit him with the dog lead. By accident. Because he was laying on the ground. And when I called Tony to tell him that we had just narrowly avoided another ER visit -- he immediately asked "what did Braeden do???" How did he know??)
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