In my defense...

For some reason, when I signed in here, it acted like I had never blogged here before. So I spent a good deal of time trying to figure out why the heck it was doing that. Finally, randomly, it worked.

But, on to the big news of the day - the mouse.
Actually, it's not big news quite yet because it just happened and only Colleen was awake in the house to know about it.

I was filling up the Brita pitcher in the kitchen, when I saw something scurry from the corner of the counter near the sink, behind the sink, under a handtowel, behind the mixer, blender, and popcorn popper, and then dash into a burner on the stove. I mean, really. If you were a mouse, would you hide in the STOVE?

Regardless, this one chose to hide there. I guess he wouldn't hide there if he didn't know he could get out.

I started screaming hysterically, which makes no sense because I love mice. I have had pet mice. I think they're adorable. I think it freaked me out because earlier tonight I watched a movie about the poisonous snakes, spiders, and jellyfish of Australia, and it made me really jumpy. Until I realized it was a mouse, I really could only tell it was a brown thing.

I just don't want to have to tell Tom or Sarah about it because I don't want them to set up mousetraps. I think I am going to name this little mouse-fellow. He needs a very sophistocated name. Like --- Andrew Jackson. Andrew Jackson, our kitchen mouse.

Just don't tell the other girls. They'll think he carries germs.