2004-12-14
10:55 p.m.
We're becoming increasingly troubled by the presence of huge flies in our bathroom. You walk in and there they are, big as dogs, sitting there and not moving. Then you squash one and it�s all bloody. That�s how big they are and it�s very weird for being in the middle of winter and all. It made us wonder if something died in the heating vent and the flies are migrating up from there. So we looked all around for some appropriate piece of metal to put over the vent in the floor and ended up just moving the scale over it. Haven�t seen as many flies since, yay. But one did make its way into the living room and became trapped in a lampshade and while trying to get out was making bap! bap! bap! noises against the shade while trying to get out. That's how huge these flies are.
Davy took me to a super secret stealthy anniversary locale the other night. He wouldn�t tell me where we were going but it turned out to be Ruth�s Chris Steak House, the place with expensive steak and a gay name. It was so fun. The table next to us had two elderly couples who couldn�t hear each other so they shouted back and forth. Every so often you�d hear one of them say really loudly "So they dug up the body to see if she had really died of natural causes" and "I took a donkey ride all the way to the bottom!" I hope she was talking about the Grand Canyon.
Did you hear about Kobe Bryant getting mad at Karl Malone for making a pass at his wife? Where does Kobe get off? Mr. Sexual Assault Perpetrator.
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