My attention span is very limited. I get bored writing. I’ll start writing a story and then get tired of writing it and just let it die. It’s something I’m working on. It’s sort of like what happened to me a few days ago when I opened the door to the laundry room (which isn’t really a ‘room’, it’s more like a large closet that barely fits the washer and dryer) and sitting on top of the dryer, was a mouse. A tiny little brown mouse who didn’t seen to concerned with me. I quietly closed the door and walked over to my girlfriend, “There’s a mouse on the dryer.”

“Really?” she said and she opened the door to look.

She was interested in capturing the little creature – not killing it – and setting it free in the wild. But first, she needed to name it. After some deliberation, she decided to call the mouse Mr. Jingles – which sounded more like Mr. Jangles to me – from the Green Mile by Stephen King.

I don’t know if you have every tried to capture a mouse – but it’s exactly like the movie Mouse Hunt. So first we …

See? I’m bored with this story already. It’s not that interesting. We caught the mouse with a live trap, and let her free (yes, we determined it was a she) out in the woods next to the house. But I didn’t want to write the rest of the story. This is where my podcasting comes into play. I’d rather talk about then write about it.

All I know is if you give me a cookie, I’ll probably need some milk – same goes for the mouse.