It kind of goes along with wishing I would catch my stuffed animals talking or moving.
Here's my problem: I just saw a mouse run across my floor.
Here's an even bigger problem: This is the third one in a week.
Here's a few options of who this little guy could be:
Here's to hoping I'll wake up in the morning with a little gourmet breakfast in bed.
Rabid Scary Mouse:
When I am awakened by scuffling around the room, truth is, I'm going to imagine this.
Mission: Impossible Mouse:
What he'll probably end up doing if we set a trap.
Here's to hoping he ran under my bed to go retrieve his sweater and car that he forgot when I saw him.
Let's be honest, this is the REAL reason these mice are in my room. They know Prince Charming's right around the corner so they're gathering to make my new wardrobe.