It's a beautiful Fall morning. I walk to the back french door and look out through the delicate sheer-white curtain. I'm about to put the curtain up to let more sunshine in when I notice a mosquito between the filmy folds of the curtain. **Clap** I smash the mosquito between my palms. Still inside the curtains' folds. I'm a genius. There is now blood and mosquito-guts on six layers of the filmy, delicate, sheer white curtain. A row of little red dots all across the curtain.
I guess I'll do a load of curtains today.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
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2 comments:
the joy of killing a mosquito outweighs the hatred of laundry in my book. way to kill of the little bugger.
Just think of it this way.. you were a superhero.. you saved your whole family from utter misery in itching followed by destruction in west nile virus.. Super Nancy Saves Her Family Again.
(I am jessica's sister, wendy)
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