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September 10, 2008
wax on, wax off
Hoho has started taking in an interest in all the little bugs that inhabit our yard. He calls everything "beetle" even after I tell him what the correct name happens to be.
He does one of two things with said bugs. If they are outside he points, calls it a beetle, then stomps on it. If we are inside he tries to catch the bug and bring it to me, like a cat bringing mice to it's owner.
Uh, thanks.
Yesterday, twice, he came to me saying "Mama! Beetle!", handing me flies which promptly flew away the moment he opened his hand. I can barely kill the little f'ers with my handy dandy fly swatter and Mr. Miyagi over here can catch them bare handed.
God, I do love Photoshop.
Posted by bugg at 06:54 PM | Comments (0)
September 01, 2008
i hate rednecks
Today is a day to sleep in, isn't it? It's Labor Day for Christ sake. But, at six am this morning I was jolted awake by the sound of rapid fire gunshots. I almost fell out of bed because it sounded like it was in my backyard. Close enough.
Apparently, as the kindly police dispatch told me, today is the opening day of hunting season, oh joy. Not. And because we live on the other side of the street from wide open desert, is seems every gun toting, giant truck with monster truck tires driving, redneck, dipshit, is out in the fucking desert shooting a gun. What the fuck are they shooting at that is really worth that kind of effort? Coyotes? Quail? Rabbits? Gross... I know it is hopeless to wish they shoot the snakes, spiders, and scorpions. I wouldn't mind that.
I could never shoot an animal unless it had a gun and was going to shoot me first. The worst part is these nimrods aren't even a quarter mile off the road. They could shoot right into a house. Is it wrong to wish that they all hear a noise, turn and shoot, ALL OF THEM miraculously being a perfect shot and killing each other in one big boom? That would be so nice.
The dogs and I woke up immediately. Of course Grumpy slept right through it and is still sleeping. I hate him, too.
The dogs are afraid to go out so I am sure I will also be cleaning up dog turd in my house because of these assholes.
If it weren't for Karma, I would be going down the road right now letting all the air out of all those stupid truck tires that are taller than I am.
Suck it, hunters!
Posted by bugg at 09:14 AM | Comments (0)