Tinkerbell's been bad
A few minutes ago I just sat on a mouse, have it get stuck between my feet/vajayjay (I was kneeling/sitting on the floor looking for it under the sofa chair), have it try and crawl up my PJ pants and tickle my feet in the process.
But that that wasn't the beginning. Earlier this evening we were brought an entirely DIFFERENT mouse and I had almost managed to catch it, but now it is currently under the couch as I type this.
I'm legally changing my name to Snow White or Aurora or something, cuz... fuck.
But that that wasn't the beginning. Earlier this evening we were brought an entirely DIFFERENT mouse and I had almost managed to catch it, but now it is currently under the couch as I type this.
I'm legally changing my name to Snow White or Aurora or something, cuz... fuck.