Monday:
Tuesday:
Tuesday night, my husband entered the house after a late-night meeting and said, "Want to see something creepy?!?"
My instant reaction? "Ummmm..... NO. I mean, is it that huge Harry Potter-worthy spider we saw last month? 'Cause definitely NO!"
"No, it's not the spider.... and I don't THINK it's a cockroach." (This is my one real phobia.)
"Then definitely NOOOOOO."
"I said I DON'T THINK it's a roach."
"If you have to question that it's a roach, I am not interested... especially barefooted in the dark."
But he drug me along and we walked to the driveway where he showed me this little whole with a pile of dirt beside it. (It got re-covered before I took the pic.) He insisted I continue watching it as he stomped the ground all around it. *awesome*
Then suddenly, the dirt started moving with dirt from inside the hole coming out of the hole on the head of... you guessed it.... a cockroach. Or if it wasn't a cockroach, it was cockroach-tangential.
YUCK!!!!! He killed them, then sprayed the hole with bug spray, then recovered it. It's remained covered... so far.
Friday:
I came downstairs. I fixed the coffee exactly the same as every other morning. I walked the 3-year-old to the potty like every other day. I continued getting the little one dressed like every other morning. Then I heard the hubs say, "OOOOOOH, NOOOOOOOO." And immediately, I knew.
But then, I found THIS:
And I died laughing!!!
Love, Shipoopies, and a little perspective,
Leslie
1 comment:
I love, love you! That was hilarious and you had one heck of a week! Here's to hoping you can be puny if you want to this weekend! Jen
PS Thanks for being such a wonderful and truly dear friend.
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