February 03, 2009

The Man Who Came to Look for My Mouse...


...well, not actually *my* mouse. The mouse that may have died inside, behind, or under my dryer. The man who came to look for that mouse gave me a self-help book before he left. Is it so obvious that my self needs help? I mean, so obvious that dryer repairmen-slash-mouse hunters must hand me self-help books?

I've never heard of this one before, but apparently Oprah has. (That's according to the sticker on the cover.) I'll go grab the title in a minute—in case any of you are interested in what sort of book a dryer repairman would give a girl like me.

I'm going to have to spin on this awhile, though. At least, once we find the mouse.

XXX,
Alison

2 comments:

Angell said...

That is one sexy fucking picture (pardon the language but DAMN).

Jeremy Edwards said...

We had a mouse around our laundry machines this week, too. Ours left alive—and in a huff, because we refused to sign up for his life-coaching program.