Over the weekend we bought these sticky fly traps to help us with the mosquitoes which are eating us alive in the back yard. We have a drain under the back porch and we have been pouring some chemicals in the drain to kill the evil little bugs, but still they are still thick. We thought that these traps would help. However, after 24 hours the only thing it caught was one large woman. I was trying to unstick a wind sock, which got caught on the trap, and in the process the trap got stuck to my arm. When I pulled it off my arm it flipped back and hit me in the chin and then landed on my shirt. It took some effort to remove the damn thing from my shirt. It took even more effort to remove the sticky residue from my person. When I poked the now destroyed fly trap, stuck to the patio, not a bug was on it. Apparently, it was designed to trap silly, middle-aged, lesbians.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Today I discovered that I am homesick. Homesick for my comfort zone. Homesick for a place where I know where everything is. Homesick for that feeling of coming home throwing myself down on the futon, kicking my shoes off, and sleeping until I wake up and know exactly where I am. I know, I am just pitiful.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
This weekend was the St Louis area yarn crawl. Last year I didn't do the crawl because we were shopping for a house. And as I have mentioned with the move, I have been on a yarn diet. I have also mentioned that I have fallen off that wagon. Well, any thought that I might climb back on that wagon was blown this weekend. I bought yarn at 5 of the 7 shops. I tried to purchase something at every shop to support women owned small businesses, and because I like all these ladies, and of course I love yarn. I enjoyed seeing everyone in my travels too.
However, I did break my budget. Feeling a little guilty about that, but it is done and I have new yarn.
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