Yes, I have legs so pale they are almost transparent. But, this is what I look like every night while getting ready for bed, because we have a mouse in our house.
And yes, it knows we are afraid of it, and yes, it probably lives in our walls with an army of 500. And yes, I refuse to walk around the house without shoes on, because if I did, the mouse would know, and scurry across my feet (or, in my process of jumping and screaming, I would accidently land on top of it and feel it under my foot).And I'm sure that the mouse can get into my room despite the fact that I have found a new use for my school books; blocking the crack under my door.
It turns out my fan sounds just like a chitter-chattering mouse.
And yes, when I heard there was a mouse in our house, I mentally went through Dr. Seuss' Cat in the Hat, Fox in a Box, Mouse in a House rhyme.
And yes, I am quite certain that this mouse knows how to climb into washing machines, cabinets, bath tubs, beds, and toilets. And for that reason, I take deep breaths before entering any room of the house, and I whistle under my bed each night to see if a little creature responds.
I'm watching "Say Yes to the Dress". I have a little entertainment corner, with a TV, bookstand, and chair to read in.
And last year's The Office calendar is hanging on my wall.
My door and closet...
... and a lose up of the awesome mirror my dad custom made for me!
My view outside my window is so pretty in the spring, our neighbor has a large garden, and there is a bush just outside my window that grows beautiful pink flowers.
