Thursday, June 30, 2011

Lost

As many of you probably know I am not so fond of Florida, and it seems that the feeling is mutual. I come back from a trip and what does it do? It decides that this gargantuan drought we've been having has come to an end and it's time for torrential rains and depressing weather until I lose my marbles. Oh Lordy... I haven't seen blue sky for DAYS! Okay time to think positive:

Rain Pros -
It waters the grass (But I don't care about grass...)
It makes me feel cozy... Unless of course I happen to have to go somewhere and have to walk through it, then it makes me feel like a cat after a bath all except I don't feel clean after I dry off.

Fail. Sanity is really on the brink when the Sunshine State isn't sunny. I feel so lost without my skin cancer causing rays of UV. So now I feel blue because the sky isn't. Oh woe and sorrow. Well have I made you depressed? Mission accomplished. Now you may feel discontent and lost along with me.

Side Story: Joy VS. Bugs


Speaking of insanity... For many long years cockroaches have been my enemy along with many other types of bugs but I have never actually killed one.

Until now.

It was a dark and stormy night when I saw a dark shadow twitching menacingly in a corner of my kitchen, I turned and beheld a cockroach staring me down with his glittering eyes reflecting the small light from my computer screen. I slowly stood to my full height... Then ran quickly out of the room. I hastily grabbed a can of bug slayer (I love that stuff) and stealthily returned to the kitchen. My opponent had remained in his corner and as I approached he glared at me as if daring me to get nearer. I took aim and sprayed! Alas He was not hindered and began to scurry away. I would not allow such a safe retreat! I sprayed again! And again! (So maybe my aim isn't so good). Finally I knew it was my last chance, he had managed to get across the kitchen and if I missed again he would escape at last under my refrigerator where he might reproduce into abounding multitudes of demons in cockroach form. I lunged forward and attacked with the full force of the bug slayer in my hands. He was hit! He writhed on the ground but I showed no pity. All that remained was a dead roach and a puddle of bug slayer surrounding him.

Alright so maybe it looked more like me frantically chasing a laughing roach across my kitchen all the while spraying the bug slayer wildly but all warriors have to start somewhere.

:)