It had been a looooong night/ morning. Come 6am I still hadn't gone to bed. I went upstairs, said goodbye to Al and Jeri, and ate some pasta for breakfast. Yep, pasta. I went back downstairs, back into Brett's room that still smells like him and back into the bed that still smells like him. (with a faint chlorine smell thanks to me and my swimming, swimming, swimming) The blankets were still warm. My tummy was full of yummy bow tie pastas. I was suddenly feeling sleepy. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. For a mere 22 minutes I slept. After my short but peaceful nap I decided that I should get ready and have a super productive day. I went into the bathroom, stripped, (whistles) turned on the water and waited for the water to be jussst the right temperature. I flung the shower curtain open. Right when I was about to step into my steaming shower I noticed something on the floor of the bathtub. A huge lint ball? A scrap of rag towel? A bird? A plane? NO! It was a mouse! Shivering, petrified, soaking wet. I turned off the water and sat on the side of the bathtub. I stared at him. How'd he get in my bathtub? Gross... I don't even want to know. I said, "Umm... you've put me in a very awkward position. What am I going to do with you?" He stared at me with his beady little eyes. I called Jeri. After much deliberation we decided to put him in a vase. I found the tallest, "roomiest" vase I could find. I set it down in the bathtub. That mouse just crawled right inside. Weird. As of now, the mouse is being detained for questioning in the garage. (Al is "taking care" of him)
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