Larry took the 2 younger boys skiing with the Boy Scouts. That means I'm left here with the girls, all by my grown-up self, to sit up late at night and imagine someone is going to break into the house through the basement. Sometimes I take a break from that and worry that I am going to see a ghost. And there is always the possibility of another bat invasion...
|This condo is looking better and better.|
My point being, I need to be able to move into a tiny 1-bedroom unhaunted condo on the nights that Larry is gone. That would suit me just fine.
Larry and I managed to have an argument just before he left. No details need to be repeated here, as it was beyond stupid, as these things tend to be. But, in that light, I vastly enjoyed Barefoot Foodie's little jeu d'esprit today on the subject of marital spats.
I don't know what "jeu d'esprit" means, actually.
There! I just taped up the gaps around the edges of the fireplace insert. Take that, bats! And that masking tape sure does look attractive against the white brick fireplace. Maybe I'll snap a photo and start a home decorating blog.
Jennifer doesn't lie awake worrying about bats and burglars. She just fears scorpions in her slippers. For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary! In the meantime, I'll be looking up how to get my merit badge for bat infestation prevention.
[floor plan: timeshareorlando]
[skiing image: ecrater]