November 2, 2008

Where ladybugs go to die.

Posted in What's Going On tagged , , , , , , at 2:26 am by junecleaverwouldbeshocked

That would be my house. My living room floor, my kitchen windowsill, in front of the glass door. Piles of them, if we’ve been gone for a while. Otherwise, I’m on an at-least-thrice-daily vacuuming regimen to keep all the little buggers sucked up before Boogie does the job for me. I suppose they could be considered protein, but the idea still grosses me out more than a little. Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is: I hate ladybugs.

Princess has been sick all day today – some sort of mystery fever, she hasn’t been in any real pain. She hasn’t wanted to play, or eat, or drink – so she laid on the couch all day long and, between naps, watched more TV in a day than she usually watches in a week. But the fever felt like it might be down a bit before she headed off to bed tonight. I’m just glad that, if it had to happen, it was today and not yesterday. She had a wonderful Halloween – we went to Trunk-or-Treat at my mom’s church, and then trick-or-treating around her neighborhood. She lives in a nice neighborhood full of cookie-cutter houses and very little traffic – unlike our rural home, where the houses are spaced waaaaay apart, and people fly like maniacs around the twisty streets. No one recognized her costume – she was EVE from the movie WALL-E, and YOU just try recreating a robot who has no feet and whose head hovers above her neck! Boogie got a ton of compliments on her white tiger costume, which was of course chosen for it’s adorableness in the first place. I just hate to have one child fawned over and the other practically ignored – Princess’s costume was, at least, more original.

In the midst of fetching food and drink for a child who wouldn’t touch it, I did at least get some wonderful news today – a new baby on the way, for a very sweet friend and wonderful mother. It’s early still, but I’m thinking identical octuplet septuplets, plus one that looks like her, for a grand total of eight. I hope for her sake that I’m wrong. 🙂