Baby Mama

It's a good thing I watched it alone, because I cried through at least half of it. It's a comedy. And I cried through it.

I Want To Ride In The TARDIS!

Two things. First, Tilex is very good for killing centipedes without having to touch them. I know this because this morning I was scrubbing out the tub and when I turned on the faucet a very large and very disgusting centipede crawled out of it. I freaked out like Jennifer Gray does in Ferris Buehler's Day Off when the principal comes to her house and started squirting the damn thing with Tilex. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I stopped and ran to find a shoe. The first one I saw was my Converse shoe, and I carried it back into the bathroom with me, but I couldn't bear to squish centipede guts all over my cute One Stars. So I squirted it with Tilex some more until it stopped moving. I was having a serious case of the shivers all up and down my spine and arms by that point, so I tried to convince Scott that a big manly man was needed for the job of wiping it up with paper towel. He was pretty confident in my abilities though, and insisted I could handle it. But handle it I could not. I used a pen to remove the drain cap and rinsed that centipede right down the drain. GROSS.

The other fun thing that happened to me actually happened Wednesday night, after Kat and I drank about a gallon of Bloody Marys and tequila and cranberries. When I came home, I was too drunk to notice that Spaz ran out the door as I was coming in. I made some food, took out my contacts, posted a survey on myspace, and farted around for about an hour and a half. I finally realized that Spaz never came to say hi to me when I got home, and started looking for him. He usually runs over when I call him, but that didn't work, so I started shaking his food dish around and walking from room to room, checking all of his usual hiding places. Nothing. Freaking out, I opened the door to check outside and he came running in! Thankfully he was only in the stairwell, and not outside playing in traffic or with rats. So I gave him a whole handfull of treats to thank him for not running away, and because I felt so bad that I didn't even notice he had gotten out. Poor little guy. He's so neglected.