Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
How do you feel about giant flying roaches, Pete?
AKA, Palmetto bugs, in Florida and guess who gets to deal with them in our house? I mean, I don't like them, but they don't freak me out anywhere near as much as they do Lewis, because his older siblings used to think it HI-larious to give him dead roaches in boxes as birthday gifts when he was a wee one.
So I deal with their disposal. Luckily, we only get them on the rare occasion.
Now ants, on the other hand? I am TERRIFIED by.
Oh, doG, palmetto bugs. The first time I met one of those was in the close confines of the hallway in my grandparent's doublewide. I got to know the shag carpet quite well, I ducked so hard. I don't think I've ever been so freaked by a bug. Probably because I hate beetles of any kind. Those hard cases over the wings freak me out, I'm always afraid they're going to snap at me with them and cut off a toe or something.
flying roaches... BAD. eew.
Grandma~ma to TCG. Yikes.
Ha! No, because she's never with us anymore, but you met the other 2 in our little crew on Friday. The girl with the long blonde hair is the other Heather, and the one with the curly red hair who isn't me is Geri.HK was very nice, but I didn't get a chance to chat with her, she was always on the other side of the circle. I didn't take it personal. Geri on the other hand. We hit it off instantly. I'll be at the party on Saturday. Woot.
OK, I'm working. really. I swear.
How do you feel about giant flying roaches, Pete?
The very thought of them makes me squirm.
We, thankfully, don't get too many Palmetto bugs. The school, however, always seems to be always fighting them...rats or mice too. (Hmmm, another things to dislike about that place.) My old house in north Florida always seemed to attract 1-2 roaches a week. Hub HATES roaches. It's one of the few thinks that truly freak him out.
Happy Birthday, scrappy!!!
OK, today's XKCD is a hoot
Seriously! It made me do my loud donkey laugh.
Says the woman who once hollered for her husband to remove a (really, it was huge!) spider from the shower curtain because it was looking at her.
I ask The Boy to kill all large and/or crunchy bugs. Mostly because I can. (What? For 36 years I never had anyone to kill bugs for me before. You think I'm not going to take full advantage now?)
ION, I'm getting photographed after work for the billboard. They want me in casual clothes, preferably solid colors. I can do that, man! I'm ALL ABOUT casual clothes! Prolly a white blouse and tan pants.
They're sending along a makeup person and a hair person; the account rep who I talked with said that I can do my own hair and makeup and then if I need touch-ups the makeup and hair people can take care of it, OR they can fix me up from scratch. Since I don't know what makeup looks best in photos (on a huge billboard, no less), I'm going to let them do my makeup for me. As for my hair, well, I don't give a damn and would probably put it in pigtails if given my druthers, so I guess I'll let them deal with my hair also.
I'm very VERY tired today because I didn't get enough sleep last night (and believe me, I tried, since I knew I had to be well-rested for this), and because I'm still taking Flexiril for my cranky back muscles (yes, I appreciate the irony). And I definitely LOOK as tired as I feel.
Thank god for Photoshop.
Sometimes I think of global warming pushing palmetto bugs as far north as NYC and the only thing that comforts me is the thought that maybe Manhattan will be underwater by that time, making the giant flying roaches a moot point.
I *really* *really* hate them. To the point where I can sometimes suppress my lizard-brain spiderphobia by telling myself that spiders eat roaches.
Tep, the beginning of the billboard story must have happened while I was away. Fill me in!
Oh, meara! So sorry about the job news.
Prolly a white blouse and tan pants.
the white blouse might wash you out. I might take a few options for them to choose from.
Meara, I'm sorry to hear about your job. I think it says less about your luck and more about the state of the economy, though.
Still, you've gotten some warning and that gives you time to start looking while still employed.
ugh, meara! I'm so sorry.