I'm just about asleep and then I hear bzzzzzzzzzz and the biggest freakin fly is buzzing over my head. Does anything suck more? Seriously how can I sleep when this fucking fly is going to shit all over me?
So I begrudgingly get up and find some paper to kill this thing quickly. Then the chase begins. I get in a wide stance, ready to pounce; I wait, and wait, and wait. Where is Mr. Miyagi at a time like this? That fly would have been toast by now and I would be sleeping soundly.
I, however am not Mr. Miyagi and never caught the damn thing. Instead, I slept with the covers over my head in fear of poop, I seriously hate flies.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Where the hell was Mr. Miagi...
Thoughts by Reba at 8:41 AM
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Should I send my own karate chopping kid over? She. kicks. ass.
Which reminds me, I pay my kids 50 cents a fly. They have to show me the carcass on the swatter and then the money is theirs. It's pricey, but totally worth it.
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