I think that my husband has been abducted by aliens and a near identical clone left in his place. I think I need to check and make sure this Derrick has a belly-button and has the same fingerprints as the one I know and love.
What, you may ask, makes me think my husband has been replaced by a dopleganger? This weekend he suggested I get pregnant. Seriously. He sounded surprisingly earnest in his suggestion, and I'm strangely excited by the prospect of having a child. I don't know, maybe it's time, though intellectually grad school doesn't seem like the best time to start a family.
I think he really just wants an excuse to be with me--he's pretty obviously done with the whole long-distance relationship thing. I whole-heartedly agree that it's time to quit living apart, I'm just a little surprised he'd suggest pregnancy would be a good way to go about ending this particular situation.
Definitely aliens.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
La Cucaracha
so, my cat woke me up early this morning, frantically trying to escape my room. I thought she needed to use the litterbox, but soon after I let her out I heard her yowl in that characteristic way she does shortly before puking. I managed to shoo her out onto the porch, where she could puke onto easily-cleaned cement, and then went back to bed after she finished.
A couple of hours later I got up and got ready for school, and then noticed my cat was hiding behind my bedroom door. This being unusual behavior for her, I investigated what she was doing. Out scurried a cockroach from under her distracted paw. Suddenly, the early morning puking session made so much more sense.
Needless to say, I spent my morning cleaning the kitchen.
Update: According to Arwen, my landlord it was a wood roach, so probably not an infestation.
Thank goodness!
A couple of hours later I got up and got ready for school, and then noticed my cat was hiding behind my bedroom door. This being unusual behavior for her, I investigated what she was doing. Out scurried a cockroach from under her distracted paw. Suddenly, the early morning puking session made so much more sense.
Needless to say, I spent my morning cleaning the kitchen.
Update: According to Arwen, my landlord it was a wood roach, so probably not an infestation.
Wood roaches do not thrive and reproduce in homes because they require the consistently moist environment of their natural habitats such as under wood piles or loose bark and in decaying logs. Indoors, their presence is strictly a temporary annoyance. They do not harm the house structure, furnishings or occupants.
Thank goodness!
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