Just when I was sitting here yearning for something tangible to write.
When I say B-52, I am completely implying that they fly.
It's hotter than a pig sweating the chopping block in Hawaii. The trade winds have taken their own vacation. Somewhere. Just not in Hawaii.
(Yeah, Yeah...You all are like take a friggin number Rambler. YOUR hot? Puh-lease)
Dream sequence fingers back to me.
Being hot, I had my lanai (porch) screen door open for extra air flow. Not realizing that the mammoth of a cockroach (which is extremely COMMON in Hawaii..Ask Pseudonymous High School Teacher or Tutu's Bliss. Or my other local blogger pals.) flapped it's ugly wings into my living room. It's movement distracted me to the point of getting uncomfortable.
I had a little big girl talk with myself (and the fact that my "not talking to my husband" pride wasn't dare going to ask him for help) to get a towel and whack the crap out of it.
I wildly and blindly went for the monster who took to walking on the ceiling. As I landed my first crazy whack....it took flight...for my face...
It's still somewhere and I just might take refuge in my car.
Because if I don't...this might happen.
Alright...tell me...how many of you just erched your back?
I need to go now...as I am writing this in the middle of the living room while sitting on my daughter dinner table.
The last time one of them suckers hid in my couch while we battled a year ago and what happened in the video happened to little ole' me.
Think I'll kill the car battery tonight if I leave it on? You know, for the AC?
Cause if I leave the window open I can only imagine the nightmare of the shenanigans that will take place if the roach follows me to the car.