I need to find my soul. No, I still haven’t found it. I got distracted by the great search of understanding Google Adsense. Or is that Goggle Adsense? If that’s the case then my goggles are steamed up and not even in the fun way.

Still searching for my soul but I have the attention span of a comatose mouse getting hair removal in Washington DC. You know; that’s a rather disturbing image. I mean… where do you go for laser surgery if you’re a mouse? Would you even want to? Then again it would probably be cooler if you were a mouse living in Florida

How about migrating mice? They come down from NY and get laser hair removal when they pass by Washington then spend the winter in Miami. Well why not? Canada geese do it. Then again I don’t think it’s covered by their medical insurance. Poor little micees. The things they have to endure. How would you like to have an ear growing on you butt? Gods forbid if you have severe flatulence. Imagine hearing that all day at the office.

I think my mind goes to strange places. Although I prefer like to think that I am experiencing alternate realities. Well back to the mice.

Here is the story of Terrance the Mouse. Terrance was a New York lawyer who decided he needed a change. After dealing with New York lemon laws and dealing with a anti-spam and vioxx lawsuits he was desperate for something different. He decided to move to Florida and lease a condo. He quickly started up a practice as a personal injury lawyer and had great joy and fun chases ambulances on his brand new Harley Davidson motorcycle.

But alas chasing ambulances was not enough for Terrance. He felt there was something missing in his life. He tried working out at the gym and stand up comedy but it still wasn’t enough. And then finally he found a friend who was always there for him. He named him George and vowed to love him and feed him and pet him. Now all he had to worry about was erectile dysfunction.

My mind is wandering again into alternate dimensions again. Spouse is watching NCIS and doing a word search in the paper. I give him 20 more minutes before the recliner of death knocks him out for the night. I love my husband. He’s a sweet man. It’s really fun to watch him fall asleep while reading Cosmo.

Now it’s time to watch Stargate SG-1 on my laptop and drool over Richard Dean Anderson.