People please, stop jumping out of moving cars for the kiki challenge. For Christ sake the fact that I would even find myself writing that is in itself disturbing. What’s wrong with you people?
I have a challenge for you, how about read a new book every month or take a class and learn something new, like pottery or painting, or take a dance class. Inside. Jeez.
So, MacGyver is still in Nokomis and I’m in Clearwater partying like a rock star. And by partying like a rock star I mean like this,
Yeah, glamorous, I know.
Yesterday was garbage day. They usually come to our house pretty late in the day which means if I forget to put the trash out on Monday night I can still usually get it all out there before they come. I said usually. I’ve been a little preoccupied with work and the whole breathing thing so I forgot yesterday, until they were on my street.
I ran out there as quickly as I could with two large garbage bags and caught them just in time. I threw them in the garbage truck myself as they emptied the cans. When they emptied the third on, and yes we have three, I grabbed the can to start bringing them up by the garage and that’s when something ran over my hand.
I didn’t see what it was at first but the big burly garbage man screamed like a bitch. So I looked under the lid and that’s when I saw it.
We don’t appreciate spiders around here. And this one was huge. HUGE. And now the garbage man thinks I’m pretty badass because I slayed that sucker. Slayed him.
Has anyone seen these booths on the beach or around the pool?
From someone who always ends up with a hand print or an unusual spot on her body after applying her own sunscreen, this thing is genius. It can also dispense bug spray. Seriously. I want one of these in my house.
WTF it’s Wednesday