It's really windy outside. I like it.

So, I go to the garage to work on the coffee table, right? I open the door. I get my stuff together. I sit down on my little stool. I start sanding.

Then this little tiny mouse runs out of my garage into the yard. I'm completely stopped, because I just canNOT fathom having mice. I have MICE! Dude! ( Read more... )