Mouse Problem? Who Has A Mouse Problem?

Jon came home.
Jon got out of his car and locked the door.
Jon went out the next morning to get his stuff out.
Jon found this in his car.
Jon was incredulous.
Jon was pretty darned ticked off.
Sharron was also pretty ticked off.
How dare he bring a mouse home from Phoenix, like we need more mice on this place!
Not a good choice Jon, now take it back!!!

P.S.   But doesn't he have great hands?  Since the first time he held my hand during our courtship, I have loved his hands.  Still do . . . when he puts on lotion.  Old fellers do get alligator skin after all.

Not too big or small, not too rough, but not softer than mine (yick!) and serve, serve, serve . . . quietly and gently . . .

Poor Jon, I won't let him read my blog until he has worn his new tie next Sunday and I have completed his torture .  He knows I am up to something and I asked how to get hold of his boss . . . not to worry   HAHAHAHAHA!  Merry Christmas!!!