A few nights ago my son and I ventured out to our carriage house to look for a missing key. No luck with the key, but while scanning the shelves we did find this:

It seems that a mouse found Home Sweet Home in an unfinished bird house that my husband bought years ago from a craft store. We laughed when we imagined how excited that little guy must have been to discover his dream home while scavenging around our shelves. He surely must have thought he was a blessed mouse. A new home with a window view of the yard. No fear of the cats. And a 50lb bag of sunflower seeds just a few feet away! Mouse heaven!

We left it alone. I’d much rather he lived in his own home, than trying to move into mine.

The bathroom linen, with no assistance from us, spontaneously decided to take up sculpture.

Honestly, this is exactly the way it fell on the floor.