Good morning to you. I hope the sun is shining for you bright and beautiful. I hope the smell of Fall is in the air (where ever you are) and you are able to enjoy the smell of the changing seasons.
Blah Blah Blah Blah....Yeah, that is the FAKE Kelly...the one who showed up to work this morning, and really has not spoken to anyone in fear of letting something slip through my verbal filter. I am in the throws of PMS, and it is not a pretty sight I tell ya. It really isn't any different than any other month, so I can't blame the Champ, but it's never a good thing regardless. And it's Monday. And the universe is sending me hornets...long story....and I am really not seeing a reduction in the amount I am smoking. So yeah, it's a grand fucking day in deed.
Okay...I had saved this as a draft and came back to it. I didn't want to scare the 70 or so readers away with my foul mood. So, today is going relatively good. I am a busy BEE, and I no longer have a HORNET in my. Okay, I must tell you this crazy story.
First and foremost, I have to confess my freakish fear of bees and hornets (and any other stinging creature). I will jump in a pool, fully clothed, to avoid getting stung. I will run around the block to avoid getting stung. A couple of summers ago, I spent a lot of time indoors while camping to avoid getting stung. I am scared of bees and any other stinging insects - including hornets, wasps, etc.. You get the point right?
So low and behold, this past weekend was my worst nightmare coming true. Imagine my terror when we found thousands of them living in my air exchange system. THOUSANDS OF HORNETS LIVING IN MY HOUSE. I just about lost my mind. My poor husband was being an incredible trooper as he tackled them with our shop vac; while I was huddled in a ball upstairs, counting to a million, trying to slow my breathing, and visualizing my happy place. The good part about this story is that hornets have a disgusting stench; the same stench I smelled and searched for in my upstairs bathroom for the last couple of months. I am having a hard time thinking of a way to describe the smell. Think of rotting salmon...yep that does it. Well, it was not rotting salmon at all...it was hornet poop. GROSS...but GONE. Yahoo!
Okay, I can't write anymore at the moment...I am seriously busy....until tomorrow
Blah Blah Blah Blah....Yeah, that is the FAKE Kelly...the one who showed up to work this morning, and really has not spoken to anyone in fear of letting something slip through my verbal filter. I am in the throws of PMS, and it is not a pretty sight I tell ya. It really isn't any different than any other month, so I can't blame the Champ, but it's never a good thing regardless. And it's Monday. And the universe is sending me hornets...long story....and I am really not seeing a reduction in the amount I am smoking. So yeah, it's a grand fucking day in deed.
Okay...I had saved this as a draft and came back to it. I didn't want to scare the 70 or so readers away with my foul mood. So, today is going relatively good. I am a busy BEE, and I no longer have a HORNET in my. Okay, I must tell you this crazy story.
First and foremost, I have to confess my freakish fear of bees and hornets (and any other stinging creature). I will jump in a pool, fully clothed, to avoid getting stung. I will run around the block to avoid getting stung. A couple of summers ago, I spent a lot of time indoors while camping to avoid getting stung. I am scared of bees and any other stinging insects - including hornets, wasps, etc.. You get the point right?
So low and behold, this past weekend was my worst nightmare coming true. Imagine my terror when we found thousands of them living in my air exchange system. THOUSANDS OF HORNETS LIVING IN MY HOUSE. I just about lost my mind. My poor husband was being an incredible trooper as he tackled them with our shop vac; while I was huddled in a ball upstairs, counting to a million, trying to slow my breathing, and visualizing my happy place. The good part about this story is that hornets have a disgusting stench; the same stench I smelled and searched for in my upstairs bathroom for the last couple of months. I am having a hard time thinking of a way to describe the smell. Think of rotting salmon...yep that does it. Well, it was not rotting salmon at all...it was hornet poop. GROSS...but GONE. Yahoo!
Okay, I can't write anymore at the moment...I am seriously busy....until tomorrow
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