Thursday, July 16, 2009

Peppermint, Pests, And Procrastination


Last night Sugarbowl and I were sitting on the porch listening to the kids fighting in the house, hence why we were outside. We heard Jabber doing the laugh that usually precedes him crying, ie the laugh that he does when he has Princess in a lather and imminent doom is upon him. Sure enough about 2 milliseconds later there was a loud thud and he started crying. He comes boiling out of the house and starts telling the neighborhood, in the loudest possible voice his lungs could support, that his sister's pits smell like peppermint. She takes after him and he yells, "Don't you like peppermint?" Sugarbowl and I agreed that if someone announced that our pits smelled like peppermint, in the dead of summer, after sweating all day, and having your pit juice run out on you early, we would not be too sad about it. We would be flattered and would not seek revenge. For some inexplicable reason, Princess was not flattered. Maybe because she uses some of that teen pit juice that is in "Pop Star" scent and would rather he announce that her pits smell like a pop star. The last time she went out of town she took my pit juice by mistake and I had to use her's, and I can honestly say I would rather have peppermint pits than pop star.


Last night, while lying in bed reading and idly petting the little dog -- the ever-alert defender of my chastity, he won't let anything get in bed with me -- I found a tick on him. I was on the verge of sleep until my fingers happened upon that abomination. We are currently fighting off a flea epidemic, so I was none too happy to learn that ticks had joined the fight too. I burnt the tick and it exploded inches from my face like a nasty kernel of popcorn and I KNOW that it sprayed tick powder all over my face. I spent the next 20 minutes scrubbing the skin off my face and hands before returning to bed where I woke up throughout the night to scratch my head and check for ticks. Ewww! Even talking/writing about it is making me itch and I foresee more skin scrubbing in my near future.


I am banning myself from any more blogging until I catch up on your blogs. I have been procrastinating too long due to raspberries, my love affair with the riding lawn mower, and that damn game, Bubble Town, that has taken over all my short attention span. Now I must go boil myself and get ready for my exercise class. As Tigger would say, "TTFN."


Mike said...

Pests section was the best. I am at this very moment scratching my head and wondering. Damn you and your pithy writing! lol

Good luck on the flea front. I am suffering the same battle with my cat, Tabitha, and fear I might be losing the war. Perhaps when the Russian winter kicks in I will get a reprieve.



Denver Refashionista said...

Your coverage of Jabber in this blog reminds me why I don't want kids (LOL).

I too would be fine with smelling minty.

Kelli said...

You really made me smile on a really down day. Thank you so much. Jabber and Princess exchange of insults definately brought back memories for me.LOL
I hear you about the pests too.
Have a good day.

Have Myelin? said...

Loved reading about sibling rivalry. Reminded me of all the fights my own two had. HA.

Living Day to Day with Multiple Sclerosis said...

I would do anything to have my pits smell like pepermint in te dead of Summer heat so I agree that it was a compliment and no revenge needed. Your blogs crack me up.