Unfortunately, I’m not kidding.

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Once again, Mom writes a blog entry without even meaning to. Here’s her latest email, sent from the high school where she works:

Well, we have mice here at school.  Big surprise.  But I do find the evidence every morning all over my desk.  Some little mouse is partying all over my desk.  Why not–the whole office is a minefield of food and snacks.  Anyway, the current mouse trap is a flat tray of clear goo with some sort of bait that looks like a turd in the middle.  It is under my desk.  I keep sticking my foot in it.  I think I am going to throw it out at the end of the day because the last time they put these out I ended up taking this little mouse outside and trying to clean the goo off of little mouse feet without dislocating his legs so that I could turn him loose.  The  last I saw of him he was running across the sidewalk with tons of grass stuck to his feet.  I can’t go through that again.

Pray for me.
Mom

My mother has an occasional history of being strangely and amusingly random. The last known episode was when she called me asking for help on how to use Napster, because she (out of absolutely nowhere) had an urge to download some ZZ Top.

Here is the message from her that was on my cell phone this morning:

“Hi there. Would you email me in the morning and just let me know: is Jimmy Kimmel gay? Just let me know. Thanks! Bye.”

Um…what?