Eight bugs a-biting

We woke up this morning to find eight mosquitoes in our apartment. They were fat with blood and lethargic enough for even me to catch them, which I did while Colin rinsed off the bug spray that hadn’t saved him during the night.

And I almost killed our toaster oven yesterday by leaving a piece of bread in for too long. Colin figured out what was wrong, but sometimes I’m like one of those 4-year-olds who needs to be supervised.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s