It Only Hurts When I Blog

Greetings, Bloggy Twofers!

I had a nice Monday, and left at 2pm because I had worked yesterday.

Here's a cute photo of Savannah amidst the bubbles.

Although, not meaning to be indelicate - it rather looks like that big bubble came out of her nose.

That made me chuckle.

I keep forgetting to tell this story on the blog... PETA, look the other way.

Do you ever swat a fly and then it won't DIE?

My mother will swat a bug until there is nothing left, by the way... I guess that is where I learned that one swat is not enough. I prefer to vacuum bugs if I can.

I hate it when a bug gets in the house, especially a fly or a bee. Recently, I 'cornered' a fly in the room we use for the computer and files and such.

I swatted it once, but then I couldn't FIND it to pulverize it.

Later that day, I felt something crawling on my FOOT, INSIDE MY SHOE! That darn fly had revived itself and crawled into one of the holes in my shoe, which is a sketchers cali gear sandal.

I freaked out and squashed it inside my shoe, and then had to go scrub my shoe.

I just needed to tell that.

TTFN and have a nice Tuesday!