Bad Blogger

I'd flog myself for my extreme negligence of this blog, but....meh. I don't think it would make any of you feel any better, and it certainly wouldn't make me feel any better about all this. So, let's just pretend it hasn't been over a month since my last post, and just get on with things, shall we?

Like this:



No, that's not a stringy speck of dirt on my otherwise spotless (ahem) kitchen floor. That, my friends, is a centipede. Another one. Inside my house.

Also, he was the slowest centipede ever. I'm guessing all of the other centipedes used to laugh and call him names (like "stupid"). They probably wouldn't let poor Centy join in all the centipede games (like Monopoly!).

Because he was as slow as molasses.

Which was a good thing for me, because it took me a couple of minutes to figure out what to kill him with. My original choice of one of Wiggle Man's buckets (his "drum set") didn't work. The little slow poke huddled up against the wall, and I couldn't get him. I did, as you can tell, stop to take a picture of him.

When he ran into my pantry, that was the last straw. People, you do not mess with The Missus' pantry. That's where the snacks are.

Seriously.

It was time to bust out the Rev's shoe, and end this once and for all.

So I did.

The End.

Kisses,