This past weekend I went to Philly to visit my friend, Amber. She had to work on Friday, so I dallied away on her computer while she was out. I was trying to catch up on an edit but attempting to use the track pad mouse she had hooked up to her computer was a toughie, so I sent her a text message asking her if she had a ‘normal’ mouse in the house. Her response was “No! I don’t think so! Why? do you hear something?” I had to chuckle over our miscommunication. The only mouse in her house is this little guy who keeps watch over the mugs and dishes.