- my car has broken down and needed to be towed from in front of my house. Then took three days at the garage to get fixed (and I don't even think it is 100%).
- my basement has flooded (twice now actually. It happened again last night.)
- my electricity went out, and not during a storm, but when it was bright, beautiful and hot outside. Perfect time to go without AC.
- I went to get my car licensed (or titled?) and was missing paperwork from the bank that they still haven't gotten for me.
And now, there is a mouse in my house.
I thought Maverick was crazy. He kept perking his ears up and looking around. He kept jumping down off the bed and running over the the closet/dresser/dirty clothes hamper (usually right as I was starting to fall asleep. Awesome). He kept walking around sniffing everything, very suspicious-like.
But this morning, I saw him.
A little (really cute actually) brown mouse. I 'eeeeeee'd like a little girl, waving my hands in the air just like you see
people girls do in movies and TV. I pointed to him and whispered, 'Over there, Maverick! He's right there!' I got the blank stare back. Why don't dogs speak English?!
I guess I need to buy some traps or something. But how the hell am I going to pick up a dead mouse to throw it out?