I spent most of the day screwing around with my PPC, and catching up on a few month’s worth of web comics. I was able to squeeze in a little laundry and cleaned my mouse’s cage.

Normally I just put my mouse in his ball so he can roll around the kitchen while I scrub his cage to get all the mouse funk out. Today, however, I decided to let Bob babysit him while I cleaned. Bob was playing CoH at the time, so I dropped Fievel onto his keyboard and proceeded to clean the mouse cage. About 10 min later I hear Bob yelling, asking if I was done yet. I hurriedly put the cage back together and trot upstairs. Poor bob had his mouse and keyboard in the floor, and was staring at Fievel with a disgusted look on his face. Apparently the little guy decided to use the keyboard as a makeshift toilet while I was gone. About 3 times. I scooped up the mouse and wiped off the desk with baby wipes. Of course, the keyboard still reeked of mouse piss, so I came back upstairs armed with a bottle of Febreeze and more wipes. After saturating the still powered-on keyboard with Febreeze (am I a dumbass or what??), I proceeded to wipe down the keyboard. Keep in mind that the computer is on and Bob is in mid-mission in CoH. After a little yelling and a couple bizarre flashes of the screen, it ended up half gray and opened You Don’t Know Jack from the hard drive. It of course refused to close any programs and forced a reboot, effectively losing his game progress.

I giggled and walked off…”At least it doesn’t smell like mouse piss anymore”.

Ah, the joys of being a wife. I think I will stay out of his way for the rest of the day.

Bad mouse. Bad, bad mouse.