One night my telephone rang at about 2:30 or 3:00 a.m. I had un-plugged the telephone in my bedroom for some reason, and had to run down the hall to the kitchen to answer the phone.
My 16 year old daughter was calling.
She sounded like she was in real distress and something bad had happened.
I said, "what's the matter" "where are you" "are you okay"
She said, "there's a mouse in my room"
I said, "what"
"There's a mouse standing on its back legs looking at me"
Robyn, was in her bedroom downstairs and had her own phone line.
I'd probably been mad if it wasn't so funny.
I think the funniest part is she could hear me running down the hall to answer the phone.
"YOU'VE GOT TO LOVE ME TO KNOW ME" (Ѿ)