First, I'm watching CSI when they start playing with tampons on prime time tv. WTF? It seems that the murdered character was dosing tampons with vodka to get a buzz since her stomach ulcers prevented her from ingesting alcohol the regular way. The demonstrations and puns lasted at least 2 minutes. The part I really don't get is why they did all this when it wasn't integral to the plot. All it was used for was further illustration of how screwed up the murdered character was. Really now.... wonder how many idiotic teenage girls were watching and will soon be giving themselves UTI's attempting this method.
Secondly, about 130am, I am awakened by my cat stalking something around my nightstand and discover that another tennis-shoe sized roach has come in for a visit. Of course, I launch into hysterics, put on John's cowboy boots, get my Swiffer and proceed to play a frantic version of whack-a-mole. John thinks I'm crazy because I made him get up immediately and start yanking furniture away from the wall. I told him HE was crazy if he thought I was going to sleep with that monster running around my bedroom. Took me about 45 minutes, but eventually the dragon was slain and it's dead corpse posted as a warning outside my door to all other potential six-legged trespassers, no thanks to John of course. Needless to say, the exterminator is coming Monday.
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ISH! And ISH!!!!!!!!!!
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