I am a total fan of James Franco. Even thought his appearance at the Oscars in red dress and blond wig was funny. He’s a distant cousin…which I tell everyone I can, every chance I get.
Last night, I got back from an art opening, turned on the kitchen light and a mouse (I hope) the size of my loafer ran across the counter top, dropped to the floor, continued across the room and disappeared under the stove.
I screamed (no meek “eek,” this time).
I was watching Judge (Madam, you’re an idiot) Judy on TV when out of the corner of my eye a brown furry-looking thing the size of my shoe scurried under the sofa I was lying on.