I refuse to talk about the weather. I'm not talking about the weather. Minnesotans talk about the weather waaaaay too much. Nothing in this post will be about the weather...that really cold weather that creates an ice skating rink on my driveway and that makes me want to scream every time I open my front door. Speaking of screaming, umm...this morning I may have screamed louder than a person who was being brutally murdered. I ran into the garage to grab a toy for my sweet Sammy and as I picked it up, I spotted a dark grey, hairy, FAT mouse running past me.