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I'm going to be late for work if I type this, but oh how I don't care. Getting back into the swing of things after a week of glorious free time has been difficult. It'll happen though. Patience, I say.
We have a mouse, and Kylee decided to call him George. When I say we have one, I don't mean with a wheel and a cage and tubes and stuff; I mean darting across our floors and getting trapped in the bathroom and the like. I'm not afraid of mice as pets, but when you see a strange critter out of the corner of your eye running across the kitchen floor, it's a slighty different story. We must find a way to fix this without bothering George too much.
Oh the guilt has hit. Don't want to be late. So the end.
We have a mouse, and Kylee decided to call him George. When I say we have one, I don't mean with a wheel and a cage and tubes and stuff; I mean darting across our floors and getting trapped in the bathroom and the like. I'm not afraid of mice as pets, but when you see a strange critter out of the corner of your eye running across the kitchen floor, it's a slighty different story. We must find a way to fix this without bothering George too much.
Oh the guilt has hit. Don't want to be late. So the end.