So it seems I have come full circle with the mouse. I just moved into a different office at work this week, and every time I look up I see the drawing of Minnie Mouse. Go figure, I end up in a office with a mouse that I see every time I look up. It’s a wonder I dont have PTSD.

That damn mouse held me hostage in my car and then tried to carry out it’s plot against me at my own home. I thought I took care of it years ago, but it seems it’s back.