Allyson--probably a waterbug. They come out when it's hot and go after water. If it's any comfort, our office has them and we only get them rarely, as they prefer living away from humankind.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've been trapping fruit flies in all kinds of containers for days! And yet, there are more of them. I just vaccumed some, which was satisfying.
Allyson, as bad as that is, try finding a DROWNED MOUSE in your soup pot that you left to soak in the sink overnight.
Many years ago, I used to come home from work and make steak fries for a midnight snack. Once night I came home and plugged in my deep fryer. Something smelled funny. Mouse fur smells funny when you deep fry it. He'd fallen in and drowned in the oil.
I never used my deep fryer again.
I think Bobbi just won the gross stories war.
...I....what?? WHY?
Because the inventor invented them to clean the ears of his baby daughter, who was named Gay.
Vortex - I like that idea. We'll go with that.
Someday my slow connection will give me the adorable Lily Bean and I will die of the cute.
Meanwhile, my cat Ivan is sitting over the keyboard and meowing at me. I'm making beef stew and he assures me that is perfect food for felines. (This was made more difficult to type by the Cat Ivan lying down on the keyboard.) Thanks, Ivan.//////////////////////////////////0
I haven't been able to get online all weekend until now. It's been very frustrating.
Oh dear me. I skip and skim and end up reading all the gross out stories. Serves me right for skipping, I guess.
Oh, good loward, people, with the gross bug and mouse stories. I think if I found a mouse or a giant bug in my food-making devices, I'd have to move.
In general I approve and even enjoy the co-opting of words for other purposes, but I sigh that we can no longer use the word "gay" in its original meaning without someone giggling like an adolescent. (Okay, sometimes it is me.)
I'm eating a salad. Willingly, even. I'm not exercising as much now because it's too cold to walk outside, and then there was that awful week sitting with my mom at the nursing home that still casts its pall of misery over my life, and so naturally I've gained about seven pounds, all in my belly of course, undoing most of the weight-loss work I did this summer, and now none of my winter clothes fit. I am distressed over this enough to eat... leaves. Leaves.
I swear, every time I hit post I find a typo.