MOUSES!

Oh. My. Mouses.

MOUSES!

MOUSES!

Oh my mousie mousin' mouses.

MOUSES!

That ever happen to you, my pals?  That ever happen to you?  Have you ever totally, totally, TOTALLY lost track of the time of the day, or the days of the week, or...

Or like me, the months of the year?

Then one day, you happen to glance at the calendar on the wall, and notice that ol' Peepers has gone and changed said calendar to the month of December.

Gone and changed it without tellin' you, I might add.

Then all of a sudden...

YOU REALISE YOU HAVE LESS THEN THREE WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS.

And then you remember how you haven't yet written to Santa or found prezzies for the peeps.

And worse than all that...

YOU HAVEN'T YET STARTED BEIN' GOOD TO MAKE SURE YOUR NAME DOESN'T APPEAR ON THE MASTER NAUGHTY LIST.

WELL HAS IT?

Has it happened to you, is what I mean.

MOUSES!

Yup, if you were at my house this mornin', you would have heard a whole lot of mouses this and mouses that, on account of my walkin' past the calendar today and noticin' Peepers had changed said calendar to December.  I'm not sure exactly when she changed it, but I'm thinkin' it was probably 'bout six days ago.  But the thing is...

The thing is...

The thing is, SHE DIDN'T TELL ME.

Well I tried changin' it back to November to give me more time.  But the calendar is pretty high up on the wall and kinda out of my reach.  So when I jumped up to its height, instead of flippin' the page, I ended up bringin' the whole thing down.  Yup, there it was, lyin' on the floor, I'm afraid.

Then Peepers informed me how my plan wasn't gonna work, anyway.  How flippin' the calendar back to November wasn't gonna actually take me back in time.  And the proof she had provin' this was the calendar upstairs that no one ever remembers to change.  Apparently, not changin' it has never held time back, nor stopped it from movin' forward.

Or so she says.

MOUSES!

AND THEN Peepers informed me how not only was my plan not gonna work, but it had, in fact, backfired.  'Cause bringin' a calendar down from the wall, effectively tearin' the little hole thingy from which it normally hangs, is somethin' that might be considered to be uh...

Umm...

Well, you know...

NAUGHTY.

SO NOW I HAVE ONE MORE item of naughtiness to undo before Christmas.

Why is bein' good always so hard?

MOUSES!

Hey everybody!  Remember way back when, when Nissy wrote about Santa's Naughty List right here on this blog?  Remember?  Well in case you've forgotten - or would just like to read it again - the story The Naughty List can be found right over here: The Naughty List.

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.