There's a horse in my bathroom.

A whole farm in the office:
An airplane in the family room:

A basketball court in the dining room:

A baseball diamond in the living room:

Apparently an earthquake hit the playroom. (Strangely enough, I didn't feel a thing. Huh.):

A lawn mower in the bedroom:

And a mouse in the closet! Yikes! (At least he's cute! Huge, but cute.):

Our closets are clean, but the house is not. Tornado Bub hits every room and I wouldn't have it any other way. (Love.)

But I am starting to twitch. Just a little.