When something breaks my first response is to exclaim "No!" at it, as if I can verbally convince a piece of machinery to unbreak itself. This may or may not be followed by pleadings of "Please... Please work." while fiddling around with said machinery. At this moment my recently broken sewing machine and I are no longer on speaking terms.

My favorite interview question to date: Do you balance your checkbook? That one was a new one tossed into the standard gamut of questions.

I still haven't named all of my mice. Other than Cinnamon and Alex (the two mommas), I've given names to Alice, Astrid, Zoey, Spike, and Giovanni (my favorite). Two of the male mice have yet to be named: one is black with white spots and the other is a dull grey with white spots. Feel free to offer up suggestions in the comments.