I realized I haven't done this in a while and said to myself, "Self, you need to do this because you haven't done it in a while." And now I realize how lame I sound. :/ That is an awkward face. I like to make them, especially when telling stories like... the other day when cleaning out the bare room I found a dead bat... minus the dead part. :/ A. True story. B. :/ 3. When I say bare room I am talking a room that is uninsulated, not a room with a bear in it. And Q. :/!!!!!
Let me share my E true not so Hollywood story. First we have to go back in time... to about a week ago. Sitting on my beyond comfortable brown sofa recliner after a three hour trip back from the in-laws and I look to my left for some reason. (I.e. To grab the remote, there was a fruit fly, I was trying to lick my ear, etc) I see what appears to be a spider in the lower corner of my aqua colored living room. (Btw... A. When do you call it a living room and when do you call it a front room? B. Do you call it anything else? Thirdly... :/ ) I call after the hubs and say, "Nick, do you remember that conversation we had about you being the man of the house and needing to do things that I require of you to make me feel safe while not making fun of me for said things?" Looking at me with confused curiosity he says, "Sure?.." "Well good cause there is a spider in that corner please end it's life." He walks over to the corner and after finally finding it he says, "That is like 10 feet away from you." "Firstly, it is 4-5 feet away from me! Nextly, tomorrow it will be no where in sight and I won't be able function until I see it's crumpled body in a small piece of tissue! And thirdly, WHAT did I say about you not picking on me!?!?!!!?:/?!?!?" Let's just say I had a fairy tale ending and lived happily ever after until yesterday.
We redid our roof and after doing said roof walked into our bare room. (Don't forget this is a uninsulated room not a room full of bear paraphernalia.) We hadn't thought about it and the tar, dirt and any and all roof debris had fallen on all of our stuff. Skip to a month later and we decide to finally clean it up and organize the room. One side of the room got it worse than the other, therefore making me pull out every single box and sweeping around all sides of them. I move this one box and there is a dead bat on the ground. Now lucky for you, since you read the first part of my blog you know that is a live bat. I however, didn't have that luxury at the time. I waited patiently for my hubs to return from taking a load to the garbage can. Upon his arrival I told him I found that bat he saw flying in there several months ago and that, per his agreement, he had to sweep it up sans picking on me. He did a small chuckle and said just use the broom!" Um no!!! Your job! As he touches it with the broom it opens it's mouth as if it was saying a slow long wahhhh. (1. If I had known he was alive I wouldn't have been standing in the same room as him. 2. Why am I saying him, it may have been a girl. C. :/!!!) I then scream and run. "Nick!!!!!" "Yes Linds?" "WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!?!?!?!" :/ He ended up grabbing a towel to pick it up with. He said the bat was holding on with his last ounce of energy, but wasn't gonna make it unless he could manage to eat the garbage can flies. Garbage pickup is Wednesday and I doubt I will open the lid until then.
Well, I guess that is all for now. Til next time, may your life be filled with :) and to keep it lively, a few :/
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