They’re coming out all fluffy...

They’re coming out all fluffy...

"... it seems they're attracted to the dryer sheets. They're going in fine but they're coming out all fluffy."

Doubtful that anyone that reads this will know where that quote is from (give it a guess and entertain me, will ya?) But the reason for my thinking of it: I was going to wash diapers and was about to dump them in the washer when I just glimpsed something in there. I thought (as anyone would) that it was just something left in from last time I washed clothes, a sock maybe. So I stick my head in there and go to grab it, but I realize... it is a mouse! In my washer! I don't know what he was looking for but I reckon he got more than he bargained for. LOL. Can you picture how much worse it would have been if I discovered him after the wash cycle... or after the drying cycle?!?
On another note, this little critter was an ever-elusive pest we have been trying to catch for a couple weeks now. He thought it was fun to chew on things in our bedroom to serenade us while we tried to fall asleep. We had laid out some traps a few days ago but obviously he couldn't get to them. In the end it was not the highly evolved intelligent humans that finally caught him. It was our washing machine. Awesome. He wasn't in too good of shape when I caught him. Probably dehydrated and starving. Poor thing right? Yeah well he's in worse shape now. But my cat is happy.

Why am I up still?

I have no idea what the heck I'm doing up. In fact I should have gone to bed 2 hours ago but instead I washed the dishes and swept and mopped the floor, scrubbed the kitchen chairs and table, cleaned all the counters and the stove, scrubbed the microwave and the sinks. I must be crazy.
On the other hand, it does feel good to have it done. It needed it -- bad. It was probably the only time I would ever get it done. So why am I still up even though I am finished? Who knows.... maybe to wind down. Which is what you fine people are assisting me in doing by reading what I've written (you enablers you). So now you've wasted precious minutes of your life reading my inane babble when you could have been playing, working, spending time with your family, scuba diving, mountain climbing, writing a novel, inventing the next biggest thing since sliced bread, or saving the world from evil man-eating sheep who are striving to destroy us all one by one... you get the idea. Get back to work people.
I am going to bed. Goodnight.

p.s. The sheep thing is actually a real, produced and everything, cheesy horror flick. Don't waste any of your minutes on that either... I beg of you.