First, I must tell you that Doug bought the giant marshmallows - have you seen these things? They are larger than a golf ball. I tossed one to Doug, but it landed on the floor so he didn't eat it. There wasn't a trash bag in the garbage can, so I pulled a bag out and held it over my head so he could throw the marshmallow into it and open the bag for me. Doug had another idea. He threw the marshmallow at my head, but he hit me right in the eye. I asked Doug, "How am I supposed to explain the black eye in the morning?? I was hit with a marshmallow?? Yeah, people will believe that." HAHA I knew I wasn't going to get a black eye because I've been hit harder in the eye and didn't end up with a black eye (with a rock by my little brother, who then told me to roll in the dirt and tell mom I fell down the hill - we were hiding behind cardboard walls and throwing rocks at each other and his rock went right through my peep hole).
Next...
We have a white board at work that says, "Have you thanked someone today?" and there haven't been many "thank you" things written on it lately. I wrote a thank you to everyone that was in the office and then other people started writing thank you notes as well. It was really fun to watch people read it and then write their own. Have YOU thanked someone today??
Here's my most recent rental car...I had a tune up done on my car. The tune up went well, but the extras they found weren't fun to pay for. I always thought the shaking in my car was the alignment or the wheel balance, but nope - my axle was breaking. My engine assembly was also leaking oil internally (into the spark plugs). My $500 tune up turned into an almost $1100 bill. Gotta love cars.
And last, but not least. My arachnophobia at it's best (or worst):Yesterday when Doug got home there was another spider that crawled out of the couch and after Doug killed it with his fingers, I lost it. I went upstairs and I didn't plan on coming back down. I was upstairs cleaning for a while and when I came downstairs I saw the couch torn apart. Doug took the couch apart and sprayed a whole can of Raid under, around, behind, and on the couch. You might remember when we did this last year as well. I get to a point where I'm scared to be on or around our couch or downstairs.
Doug took it upon himself to take the couch apart and spray all over the living room after seeing my obvious frustration on Saturday. I feel so much better...and our living room has such a wonderful fragrance now - it may not smell good to most people, but (to me) the smell of Raid smells like death to spiders and it makes me happy. My favorite Raid scent is Country Fresh :)
I just randomly thought about a time years ago when Becky and I sprayed so much Raid in a storage unit that we started coughing and choking...ahhh, good times. HAHA
The sad thing is that I know how completely irrational my fear is, but I can't help or stop it. You can laugh at me, I do.
PS. In the middle of the night last night Doug loudly says, "Chillax!" like Gru on Dispicable Me. What the heck!?? LOL












