Sep 23, 2009 Uncategorized
OK, so I’m sitting here trying to get my onlife life in order, so that I can then go upstairs and start packing, all while trying not to get distracted by Twitter. And I want to get enough sleep so that I don’t drive off of the highway tomorrow on my way to North Carlina for the Type A Mom Conference in Asheville. Especially since I’ll have the kids with me. Although, Fiona keeps saying that we’re going to a carousel. And then Jake gets this really frustrated look on his face, like “My sister is a stupid five-year-old.” And then he yells “We’re going to North CA-RO-LI-NA! Not CAROUSEL!” And then she laughs. She’s clearly doing it on purpose at this point to bother him.
But I digress. So I’m sitting here at the dining room table and I hear a really loud buzzing sound, and at first I thought it was coming from my computer, like a drive spinning really fast. Then I look over to where the sound is actually coming from, and I see what looks like a fly doing that thing that one of the Three Stooges used to do, where he would spin around the floor on his arm. So of course I grabbed my camera, which was right next to me.
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First of all, bonus to anyone who can name which “Friends” episode is playing in the background (Toni, I think you should voluntarily take yourself out of this one, because that’s just not a fair fight – you know every episode backwards and forwards). Second, what else has crawled into that crack to die? Third, did it die? That did not look like something a fly would do for fun – it had to be injured. I’m pretty sure it was limping as it walked away, muttering something about Keyser Soze. And while I have no problem killing flies, I was the only one down here and I didn’t know it was here until it did that.
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