There is a tiny mouse who has popped into my room twice today and just hung out behind my dresser for a little while before popping back out. I don't know what he's doing, there's nothing back there and he isn't making any noise. When I see him and yell at him to get out he looks askance at me for a moment before hiding himself guiltily. He's so freaking cute I can't stand it.
Arrrgh. This is not good.
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Is he one of those fluffy chocolate-brown ones? I fell in love with one once. We used to do our hair together in the mornings before class in 7th grade, riiiight up until Dad found out.
The objection wasn't to my little friend's hairstyle either. That could've been less messily resolved.
[sad head - he was really cute]
I feel ya, babe.
Try gifting him a teensy motorcycle. It's subtle, and may hurt his feelings at first, but he'll understand.
He's sort of mousy-grey with a long, long tail that he switches around insouciantly. Earlier today he helped me pick lentils out of the ashes and made me a dress to wear to the ball, so it's REALLY hard to send him on his way. ARGH! Where does one find a tiny, operational motorcycle??
What? You mean you saw Jordan1 last night and he didn't give you the bitty, operational crotchrocket?
I'll have the higher-ups look into this.
Meanwhile, maybe just have Grayson sterilized. If they do it right, maybe he can not only become the first actual mouse with his own Spring 2008 show but also bring back castrati. (OHJESUS. PhotoShop time!)
Done.
http://gackattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/emi-hes-going-to-have-to-live.html
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