I think I’ve mentioned it before…it’s never good when my kid comes to my bed at 1:30 am and does the ‘holler whisper’ to let me know there is a problem.
And last night was not an exception.
Mom!
What?
I gecko just fell from my ceiling.
Where did it land? (I’m thinking…her head…her bed…)
A gecko just fell from my ceiling.
I heard that…WHERE DID IT LAND? (what part of where did it land could you not understand, kid?)
Oh, on the floor.
Oh. Go back to bed. It’s fine. It will not bother you…go to sleep.
I heard a rather loud THUD a few minutes later and knew what had happened. It involved a text book….RIP little gecko. : /
Hubs went in this morning to move the book and take our dearly departed little friend to his final resting place.
Dear Summer,
I am officially sick of you. I am so tired of hot weather. And insects and lizards. And not being able to go outside lest a mosquito bite put me in the hospital (or worse)…I’m talking to YOU, West Nile Virus. I am so tired of not being able to enjoy being outside, or inside for that matter. Going on vacation just ruined me for the rest of our summer, because the weather was just so nice. I want to move. Thanks Colorado for being so dad-gum perfect in the summer.
Signed…Burned Out in Texas
2 comments:
Kay,
I love your letter to summer! I want to add one more thing...Summer clothes, I'm sick of you too. You look tired, and my fall clothes are calling.
Hugs!
Amy
Poor little gecko. he/she was just looking for some a/c!
I said this yesterday too; I'm so ready for summer to be over. It was 99* according to my car yesterday and I could not.stop.sweating!
Ughhh.
How about a summer house in Colorado and a winter house in Costa Rica! We would be so dad-gum happy.
xoxo
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