This morning, lying on the couch, I was awakened by my cell phone vibrating against my butt.
Except...my cell phone was sitting in front of me on the coffee table.
Which meant something else was vibrating against my butt.
Then that same stupid mole (the one that hoarded all the bird food in my stereo speaker) shot out from under the couch and raced into my office where I'm sure he's still chuckling his furry head off.
I had a MOLE on my ass!!!!!!
How happy am I that I don't sleep in the nude?