The clock passes Midnight, I turn the lights out and blog in the dark. The TV is on, I’ve got something to drink, a couple snacks. I’m lying across the small couch (“love seat” for you girls and soy-eating guys) with a silk pillow and a nice thick blanket in my pj’s.
And a big frickin’ bug just landed on the back of my neck and slid down my shirt. He learned awful quick that this isn’t a good f’n idea. Let that be a lesson to any of his bug friends who may be contemplating their own kamikaze missions.
Frig, that was scary.