Confession. I saw the roach before she got in the shower. I actually showered with the roach. I didn't kill it before she got in after me. Honestly, I didn't want to kill in the buff and secretly hoped it would scurry off before she got in. Alas, it didn't. The cry started off small and quiet as she was still in a sleepy stupor...."roooaaAACHHH!", she cried as guilt settled on in my heart. Feeling horrible for allowing this, I quickly got the fly swatter and gave the roach a shake down (it had "conveniently" wedged itself BETWEEN the curtain and the plastic liner). A few shrieks, squeals and swats later, it was dead. Mandie, I am apologizing publicly for not killing the roach on it's first sighting. But then how un-exciting would your morning have been?
Thursday, July 3, 2008
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3 comments:
yippee! i'm adding you to my blog roll ;) thanks for givin' the public what they want!
Very excited to read about your adventures. Mandie, I remember a blog post long ago that involved you, a shower, nakedness, and a roach. I sense a theme. Lyndsey, way to step up when push came to shove.
How fun! Can't wait to read all what you gals are up to!
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