::club four hundred::
ah, anniversaries galore for the month of july. today is post #400, but i won't promise interesting stories. this morning calls for lists. or stream-of-consciousness.
stay tuned for the three-year celebration on july 30th.
this morning has been fun. fed the cats and discovered armies of ants marching back and forth on my kitchen counter. they were going in-and-out of the misplaced bag containing the leftover biscuit from the k-k-kfc-i-a. i think the absence of ants leads one to unfortunate and untimely forgetfulness, even though i've been feeding the cats in various locations throughout the house in order to deter or confuse the little buggers. well, at least i can say i've managed to store the angel food cake in the fridge. now that would have been messy!
the funny thing is (do you really need me to tell you the funny thing?), that, as i was filling the sink with super-sudsy-soapy water i imagined the ants covering bjork's "army of me". specifically the part where she sings "and if you complain / once more / you'll meet an army of me" because there i was, staring in awe and loathing at the hundreds of ants piling in and out of the bag that contained a single, crusty biscuit. MY BISCUIT! and then you think, that biscuit, how it must've felt. and you want to run around and scream "my biscuits are burning!" because surely that's how it would feel. if you were being nibbled away by an army of ants. it would feel like you were on fire. but me, all i did was yell and holler at the ants and i grabbed the small, greasy brown bag and lifted it gingerly and swiftly from the counter and dumped it into the sink, writhing with ants who would soon meet their doom in the dish-soapy water.
since seven forty-five this morning, since the above events, my skin has been twitching from phantom ants which i imagine to be crawling on my arms, hands, and legs. everytime i look, there's nothing there. but i feel them. and i think i deserve a hot, soapy bath. thankfully, though, it won't kill me. but it just might inspire some housework.
hope your day is going better. i'll leave you with this gorgeous picture of my cat, monty. en guarde, chuck & jude!
stay tuned for the three-year celebration on july 30th.
this morning has been fun. fed the cats and discovered armies of ants marching back and forth on my kitchen counter. they were going in-and-out of the misplaced bag containing the leftover biscuit from the k-k-kfc-i-a. i think the absence of ants leads one to unfortunate and untimely forgetfulness, even though i've been feeding the cats in various locations throughout the house in order to deter or confuse the little buggers. well, at least i can say i've managed to store the angel food cake in the fridge. now that would have been messy!
the funny thing is (do you really need me to tell you the funny thing?), that, as i was filling the sink with super-sudsy-soapy water i imagined the ants covering bjork's "army of me". specifically the part where she sings "and if you complain / once more / you'll meet an army of me" because there i was, staring in awe and loathing at the hundreds of ants piling in and out of the bag that contained a single, crusty biscuit. MY BISCUIT! and then you think, that biscuit, how it must've felt. and you want to run around and scream "my biscuits are burning!" because surely that's how it would feel. if you were being nibbled away by an army of ants. it would feel like you were on fire. but me, all i did was yell and holler at the ants and i grabbed the small, greasy brown bag and lifted it gingerly and swiftly from the counter and dumped it into the sink, writhing with ants who would soon meet their doom in the dish-soapy water.
since seven forty-five this morning, since the above events, my skin has been twitching from phantom ants which i imagine to be crawling on my arms, hands, and legs. everytime i look, there's nothing there. but i feel them. and i think i deserve a hot, soapy bath. thankfully, though, it won't kill me. but it just might inspire some housework.
hope your day is going better. i'll leave you with this gorgeous picture of my cat, monty. en guarde, chuck & jude!
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