Over the last few days I've noticed a slight buzzing sound near my windows. At first I thought maybe the wind from the open window was rattling the blinds, but tonight I determined the true culprit -- a cunning wasp that had somehow made its way into my tranquil abode. My dad is wickedly allergic to wasps, and although I don't share his allergy I share his disdain (ain't genetics grand?) The wasp made himself comfortable on top of my expensive (looking) picture in the living room. I slunk off to the closet to get a shoe, but when I returned he decided to take things up a level. Literally. He chose to hang out in the skylight about twenty feet above. Using a kitchen chair, some goggles, a bottle of Raid, and my killer instinct, Mr. Wasp and I went to battle. I'll let you guess who won.
1. Last Friday night I was driving home from my parents' house when I saw two gentlemen on the corner. One was wearing a jumpsuit and the other was dressed as (I swear) Captain Hook. They appeared to be brushing up on their creeper skills. Well played, boys. Well played. 2. I've been watching a lot of "Storage Wars" lately. Who puts glass eyeballs in a storage locker? Why are plastic chairs worthy of storage? If someone can afford to purchase and store randomly valuable items, why can't they afford to pay the storage fees? And why do so many people store money in storage lockers? Haven't they ever heard of a bank? 3. My father used the work "Grok" in Words with Friends. He claims it means "to understand." Later when I was telling him about my bad day he told me he totally grokked (groked?). Thanks for the support, Dad. 4. - 6. I'm sure I've mused about some more stuff here, I'm just to...
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