Monday, June 11, 2012


I do not remember inviting these unwanted guests.

Gary said I should vacuum them up and that will kill them.  I think he was just trying to get out of paying Terminix to take care of the problem.

One of my facebook friends asked me today, can't they get out of the vacuum cleaner?

I had to think about this.

Gary, can they get out?

He shrugged.

What!  You told me they'd die in there.

I hope they can't get out.

Dear Diary,   Every morning mom goes into the back room and turns on that miserable, big loud thing that sucks up my random dog food droppings off the floor, and she's back there with the door shut for a long time.  Today she came running out, yanking off her pajama bottoms, screaming something about having ants in her pants.  I'm still laughing... you gotta admit... that was funny.  Gracie.


Fall Camp stuff
