So I was
going to do a completely different post this evening. (I am in LOVE, LOVE, LOVE
with a cute little sitcom called 9JKL. I think it’s a CBS show. And I’m not
sure what night it comes on. Thursdays? Maybe. It’s about a Mom and Dad that
live on the same floor in a high-rise building as their two sons. The oldest
son is a heart surgeon. The younger son—the Mom’s favorite and everyone knows
it—is an actor. Oldest=married with a son. Youngest=divorced. I think. Y’all
would know ALL OF THESE ACTORS. Maybe not the wife of the oldest son. Elliott Gould
is the Dad. Linda Lavin is the Mom. They are PERFECTION. I can’t get the sons
names to come to my brain right now—but y’all know them. Trust me. The
characters are perfection. The writing is HYSTERICAL. I laugh out loud. On my
couch. The entire 22-ish minutes (I record it so I pass up 99% of the
commercials.).
Sadly, I
believe the last episode is this week. (Sorry I’m slow on sharing my excitement
about this awesome TV show. If you have Netflix or can somehow watch it on some
other service, please, PLEASE do. I would be shocked
if you didn’t think it was as wonderful as I’m telling you.)
I am
hoping and PRAYING this adorable show is renewed. If y’all have been reading our blog long, you
know shows that we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE seem to get cancelled. This
show is FABULOUS. Funny. Creative. Different! It should not get the ax/a pink slip.
Tonight I
want to VENT/share/complain about a RAGING horsefly that
literally attacked me this morning as I tried to get into my shower.
My Sweet
Hubby (MSH) had left for town to get his haircut. It was about 8:00
a.m. I
had the water on and was literally walking in when out flew this cRaZy and HUGE horsefly. (We don’t have a shower door. You walk into the
shower and take a hard right. Now you’re in.) I screamed. SCREAMED. At the top of
my old lungs. It scared me so much I thought I might have a heart attack. Or
stroke.
It flew
BACK INTO THE SHOWER. Waiting for me. I got my robe back on in milliseconds and
ran to our utility room, which is where I keep two fly swatters. I grabbed the
ugly one. (The cute one is animal print and it’s really just there to make me
smile when I see it.)
I went
back into our bathroom—peeked around the corner of the shower—and couldn’t see
the evil horsefly anywhere. I hit the wall a couple of times with the swatter
in order to make him (or her—whatever—makes no difference to me it was SATAN) hear and understand I had
returned and was armed. And DANGEROUS. No sign of it/him/her. I
put the swatter onto my husband’s sink counter and began to get back in.
IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE and tried to attack me again!
Y’all. I RAN. Grabbed my robe and ran into our bedroom. Screaming. Like a baby.
I. Was. Done. At this point, I decided I could not deal with this vicious insect. I went
into our second guest room bathroom and took my shower in there. This third
bathroom has two doors. Closed both as soon as I scurried in. I worried
he’d/she’d fly in under one of the doors. I rushed my shower as fast as I could.
When I
was finished, I went back into our bathroom to get my makeup on and do my hair.
(I had a date with My Dear Friend Emily for a pedicure and lunch. I couldn’t
miss it.) While finishing up my routine, I kept looking over at the shower.
Wondering if he/she was still in there.
MSH got
home about 8:20 and asked me why there was a fly swatter on his counter.
I told him My Spellbinding Story. When I’d completed My Nightmare Tale, he
shook his head and walked away. I couldn’t determine if he thought I’d made the
story up or simply judged me to be silly and, well, a big ol’ CHICKEN Girl.
Like I cared that he thought I was a out-of-control scaredy-cat.
I left at
9:40
and didn’t get back home until 3:00 . At which time, MSH informed me
of The Devil Horsefly’s DEATH. He’d kill him moments before I came in the
house. I think MSH had a new-found respect for me. (Okay. Not. But at least he
confirmed I didn’t dream up The Horrid Horsefly.)
Here’s
hoping each of you has a Terrific Thursday manana—full of butterflies, redbirds
and beautiful/regal EAGLES. NO HORSEFLIES or flying things that frighten the bejeebies
out of you.
SMOOCHES and HUGS, Silly Friends
Everywhere…
ELC
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