Uh...mice

I can hear mice in my walls, and rather than do anything about it, I would rather just inform people when I hear them. I need to do a painting. I had some sort of plan in my head involving man eating red mailboxes, vicious they were. And as I've just finished disc two of Footballer's Wives all my inner monologue is being spoken by Tanya Turner. Which really makes everything all the better. I think I just sat on a piece of cereal. How...crumbly. And pow.