EEEEEEEK
Summer should officially be renamed as “The Season In Which Shannon Screams Like A Little Girl… A Lot”.
Welp, the first Flying Bug of the season has made it into my room. Unfortunately for it, Chris and my mother were awake, so I was able to enlist their help. Chris seriously just picked the thing up with his hand and flushed it down the toilet. Dave does the same thing! Then I won’t let him touch me til he washes his hand. I don’t get boys. :-P
I hate when people try to tell me what the bug is as they or I am getting it out of my room. I don’t care what it is. I just care that it’s not close enough for me to see, hear, and touch.
Of course, I am now going to be too squicked out to sleep for a little while. So, I am instead working on my motivation projects. A sketchbook turned into a calendar for workout and eating notes. And magazine pages that either inspire or motivate me. :) We’ll see if this at least kicks me up a bit.
I will admit, I’m a bit shocked. I weighed myself around 6pm just because I was passing by the scale. 182. I’m surprised it’s not higher. I’m glad, but surprised.
