And I casually look up at the open door to my husbands office.
And out walks a fucking mouse. Like he owns the fucking place.
Needless to say I just spent my last 7 dollars on 39 frozen burritos so I'll just be living in fear of this monster until friday.
If I don't survive, I'd like to be buried with my laptop and some oreos.
UPDATE:
TRAPS ARE SET.
NOW WE WAIT.