*twitch*

My house has been taken over my ants. It's straight out of a horror movie. The tag line would read 'don't leave the food out – or they'll EAT IT. AND YOU'. They're all over the place. No improperly closed food item is safe from them. They will find it and they will RUIN it, and waste your food AND your money!

And nothing gets me more homicidal than a twenty dollar back of chicken jerky treats for the puppies getting eaten alive by little black crawly things.

Lucy, my mother's poodle, has taken to using my bed as her happy place, and that means once in a while coming back to finding bones (ew) and other things(ew) on the bed. I can't exactly lock the door because Thalia's cage is in there, but still, usually I can tolerate it, until I got home last night, exhausted from the Orange County Fair, and lay on my bed to feel oddly prickly.

At first I thought it was all in my head – the sensation that I kept getting bitten. Until an hour later, I looked down and I realized my bed spread was CRAWLING with ants. Why? Because Lucy had brought a BONE up there, and they had FOUND it.

I had ANTS ALL OVER MY BED!

They had been crawling on me. On my bed! I'm all twitchy and slappy.

Needless to say I didn't sleep much last night.

I immediately devolved into Sigourney Weaver from Aliens, screeching and wielding the ant killer like a maniac. Me and my cousin crawled underneath the bed and found their entrance, and sprayed and sprayed and KILLED.

I don't even feel bad about it.

ANTS WERE IN MY BED.

On the upside side, I got to see the second episode of Glee at the outfest 'A Lil' Bit of Glee' panel, along with hearing most of the cast and producers talk about it. That show is awesome. I love it. It will be forever the best show ever.

Because it's Popular 2.0, but with singing and a less annoying Sam (no offense to Carly Pope).

And as previously mentioned, I also got to hit the Orange County Fair. It was very hot, and everything there is too expensive, but can you really put a price on a good funnel cake and riding an elephant?

No, you really can't.

If I Can't See It, It Doesn't Exist

Liberty Softball Tournament 09 , originally uploaded by Mistiec_Flores.

Ah, the three day weekend. Short enough to not really feel like a real vacation, but long enough to throw you so out of wack on Monday that you're sleeping in, stumbling out of bed, and chugging coffee (or in my case, coke zero). Still, would you give up a three day weekend so you wouldn't have to worry about getting in your groove the beginning of next week? I thought not.

Thalia in particular had an interesting weekend, heading out for a day of sun and fun at the Softball Tournament playing in Fountain Valley on Saturday, and then freaking the hell out when she was taken to the free fireworks display at the coliseum in Los Angeles. It couldn't be helped. The 4th of July by my house is a barrage of insanity thanks to the tons of little ruffians who light off illegal sparks all up and down the street. It was take her with me or leave her alone to deal with THAT mess.

Unfortunately, the little puppy doesn't even like airplines (and barks her very hardest when they pass by), you can imagine her reaction when the sky started lighting up. Her solution? Bury her head underneath my shirt and pretend none of it was really happening.

Don't you wish that coping mechanism worked in real life?