Dear public,

I am an eavesdropper. Know that if I am in earshot, I am probably listening to your conversation. No matter how hard I try, I have to know about your failed marriage, your new house, the best sex you ever had, your mom’s sister’s bone cancer. I can’t help it. It is my guilty pleasure.

I promise that you will always remain anonymous to both me and my blog (if you are talking about something so interesting that I can’t help but share it… see this post as an example). Thank you for your cooperation.

Sincerely,
Michie

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Dear people I eat lunch with,

I am not listening to you. Odds are I can get you to repeat what you are saying to me, so I am trying to listen to the conversation going on behind me. I don’t think they would like for me to interrupt to ask them to repeat themselves. You, on the other hand, will repeat yourself, without getting too annoyed.

It isn’t that what you are saying isn’t interesting or important, but I am addicted to eavesdropping (see above letter). Thank you for your support.

Sincerely,
Michie

No. Not really. But my parents and grandma are flying over the continent right now… as I type this. I can’t wait for them to get here! I am super excited. I haven’t seen them since December. We have a whole lot of things planned. Including a BBQ for Sheesha’s birthday, a trip to San Simeon, and picking up my dress for Porter’s wedding (the most important of the activities….).

Exciting, no?

Well, seeing as the country living is coming to an end at the end of July, I should amuse you with the stories while I can.

I caught a spider this morning and it made me think of Hed (I think of her because she was the one who told me the difference between brown recluse and garden spiders making her the spider expert, whether she likes it or not). The spiders move too fast for me to get out my camera and take a picture of them. This one had a tiny little body but long spiney legs. A daddy long legs to be exact, but I just don’t remember them being so spiney when I was a kid… anway. I woke up and it was on the very bottom right hand corner of my bedspread. I went to pick him up by one of this legs and carry him outside, but he fell under my bed. All I kept thinking about was how he could have been crawling all over me all night long! Ewwww… (this is the part where being insensitive to earthquakes comes in… apparently I am insensitive to crawly things crawling on me…) . I finally caught him by smashing one of his legs (I know… I am totally not humane, my theory is that if I can’t humanely catch them on the first try, they must have a death wish). Then he was engulfed in a case of tissue and squished before placing him into his casket along with the other trash.

And that my friends, was the death of the spider. Winemonkey used to call me his bug assassin. But he called me it in spanish.

p.s. If you don’t like spiders I recommend NEVER doing a google image search for spiders.

I don’t understand how it works, so I can’t tell you what the problem is, but I just want to give you a heads up that things might be cattawonkey here for a little while. This morning I couldn’t see the site without getting and error. Just now, when I went to log in onto my cpanel thing, it told me that something wasn’t working right. =(

No blogging makes Michie a sad little girl.