My boss at work has one of those stereos that an iPod can plug into. On my lunch break I steal it to play music while I relax from my iPod. She doesn't care. Often I steal to play non-toddler music to my class. Yesterday we were listening to some Louis Armstrong, Tom Jones, and Nat King Cole. (Someone told me that making kids listen to Tom Jones is akin to torture....I don't agree, but do find the thought hilarious.)

Anyways, people at work have caught on that you can just steal my boss's stereo whenever you want (she's not in her office often, and is usually on the phone when she is). So it has been harder to listen to my iPod on break (without resorting to headphones). Today the kitchen worker stole the stereo in the morning and had it all day. When I went there to get coffee the Good Life was playing on the stereo. This of course led to them being my mind, and me playing them when I came home tonight. And that got me thinking about the one line that stands out, about the mouse scurrying across the floor. So I drew mice. Unfortunately my mice are fat. And probably couldn't scurry if they had to. They look more like waddlers than scurriers (my computer doesn't recognize scurriers as a word).