So my mom was here this weekend.  Love it when she comes to visit.  She’s helpful, she’s fun… and she pays. :)

So while she was here my mom decided to take us out to lunch at a local fast food restaurant.  I won’t name names, but let’s just say da da da da daaahhh I’m lovin’ it.  Lovin’ that she’s buyin’!  Okay, enough with that.

So…my mom grew up on a farm with lots of dirt and lots of critters.  I think she liked it, but in spite of being around all kinds of little animals, she is very rodent-phobic.  Hates them.  I always wanted to get a little hamster or something as a kid, but was hands down, no way.  Okay, moving on.

So, we ate in the playplace section of the unamed restaurant, and Mom caught one on the mouse-dar.  Underneath the play structure she claimed to see a mouse.  Knowing her phobia, I just thought she was seeing thihngs– something moved and she assumed it was a mouse, crazy lady, yada yada. 

But then I saw it too.

Little tail swishing around, running amok with it’s little diseasy, mousy self.

Gross.

I guess that’s why they call it Mickey D’s.

P.S.  I will be in Florida for a week starting tomorrow.  I probably won’t post for awhile– the inlaws have dial-up, and I don’t think I can go back.