what REALLY bugs me...

 ....bugs.  I hate them.  I have to be brave, because I'm the mom, and I try so hard to be a good example.  We have these creatures here now that are not native to the U.S.A., they are something out of a nightmare, the stinkbug.  

Does that give you the same creepy crawlies as it does me?  I HATE them.    I despise them.  I cringe at the thought of them.  I am writing about them instead of going to therapy.  Camille is even worse, so I try to restrain the freak-outs.  We were going out and about the other day, and I asked her if I could tell her just ONE bug story, just to get it out of my system.  So I told her about being in bed and feeling something crawling on my leg...then she said she would tell me just one, too.  Remember the other day when I flicked something out of your hair...?  I could have screamed when she told me that one.

So this fine morning, I decided to start thinking about what to bring on my weekend away with the girls.  I have a jean jacket that I haven't worn in a few months, hanging on the hooks on the back of a door, so I thought I'd try it with a dress I was considering.  I was smart enough to shake it first, and oh my good gracious, SIX of them fell out.  I about hyperventilated.  But I had to think fast, and get the toilet paper and pick them up and flush them.  They are son-of-a-guns, they try to swim up the edges of the toilet, I even sprayed bleach bathroom cleaner on them, and they just liked it.  So I flushed them, HA.

But the damage was done, they terrorized me.  I got a hold of myself, gathered the pile of clothes I decided to bring, and since I haven't worn some of them since last winter/late spring, I decided just to wash them all...as I was stuffing them into the washing machine, I felt something crawling on my leg, and yes, another one.  I am shuddering here.  I know, I am once again a Drama Queen, and I'll live, I'll survive, but I hate them!  Once you have that suspicious feeling that they're landing on you everywhere....ugh.

But we won't talk about that anymore, although I do spy one right now and will be certainly getting the vacuum cleaner out as soon as I'm finished blogging...

Here's something interesting:

The numbers!  We all admit freely that vaccinated people are getting Covid just as much as the un, but even more so!  But, they say, they aren't getting as sick, aren't dying of it.  Well the numbers are saying different!!!!  Unfortunately, there are 23 hospitalized from my county, and SIXTEEN ARE VACCINATED, OUT OF 23!  ONLY 7 UNVAX-ED!  

Again, I am not anti-vax, but I AM anti-being-told-what-to-do ha.   

Anyway, our dinner turned out yum-a-licious.  The tart apples in the cinnamon sweetened applesauce, and the roasted pork, the squash was almost caramelized, the Brussel sprouts, mmm.  Abigail joined us, then took home food for Emily and Mariel.  

Grandpa and little Tennyson...

The sky was lovely this morning when I got up...I woke at five and couldn't fall back to sleep, oh well.  Have an absolutely wonderful day!