...don't touch that mouse.
I once lay in bed and watched an episode of "dude, pimp my ride", (tipsy and too lazy to turn over). Have you seen it? Some poor girl was relying on her clapped out vehicle to ferry her clapped out Granny to and from her clinic appointments. The car was an embarrassment, body panels were held on with chewing gum and string, it was clunky, rusty and generally a mess - people who saw it would point and laugh, and think "poor girl".
And then some kind hearted soul took pity on her and took her decrepit rust bucket and transformed it into a thing of beauty (at least in the eyes of the girl).
When she saw her new transport for the first time she laughed, she screamed, she peed herself a little and generally had hysterics.....and I thought "what a pratt".
Well, you see that girl - that's me that is!!
I went to sleep last night with my rust bucket safely parked in it's normal state of decrepitude, and woke up this morning to This!! The blog elf visited me while I was asleep.
Thank you Ginger, I have to go change my trousers, I've had a little accident....