AH GIANT FUCKING FLYING COCKROACH IN MY HOUSE!!! I know I've lived here for 8+ years but I still reserve the right to freak out about that. SO SO SO ENORMOUS. AND AIRBORNE.
Tom hunted and killed it, maintaining his status as the big-ass bug killer in the household. He's drinking whiskey now.
I felt so betrayed when I realized those fuckers could fly.
Yeah, 38 years in Florida and I still freak out about them, although I no longer hesitate to stomp on the vile things. There may be fist pumping and warrior cries involved too.
Ew, that is the worst and I am so glad Seattle is more likely to have spiders. Don't like them either but at least they don't normally fly at me.
Had a rough weekend, combo of internal issues and jealousy and high expectations that were not met. So didn't even have as much fun as low expectations should've given me and am afraid I brought my friends down too :(
Nice that the Tony's showed the In Memoriam on the broadcast. There were three who I've worked with. I don't think they aired it last year.
Dear Toddler,
Please go to sleep. You have camp tomorrow, and I'm trying to watch the Tony Awards. Also, all the toys you keep crying for are right there in the bed with you.
Signed,
Your Tired Momma
How can one not freak out about giant flying unspeakables?
Sorry to hear that, meara.
Go to sleep, ltc.
I'm watching "Lords and Ladles" on Netflix, a team of three chef going around great houses in Ireland, cooking old feasts with the old ingredients and techniques. They're wandering around the garden of one of the houses. A previous gardener had been using the cockpit covers of Harrier jets as tiny greenhouses. "Where did you get hold of those?" one of the chefs asked. The current gardener glanced casually away: "You don't ask those kinds of questions here in the border region."