Pet Peeves du jour

As an anal retentive Virgo, there are a lot of little nuances in life that make me cringe. That does not come as a surprise to those who know me. Now I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but there are a few bathroom accessories (or whatever you want to call them) that I find absolutely offensive. Keep in mind, I am from Wyoming and have no place to talk about class, but...eh...I am going to.

Bathroom offense #1: padded toilet seats. Why do these exist? My butt is afraid to sit on these.

Bathroom offense #2: Furry toilet seat covers and toilet rug things. I am just so disgusted at the potential for hair in these. It is like a breeding ground for filth. And they are completely unnecessary while also being completely ugly.

Bathroom offense #3: blue toilet water. Good for you. You keep your toilet clean. But something is totally not right with blue toilet water. It seems toxic and nasty. A good scrub every few days seems to do the trick for me!

That is all for now.

Mosquito Whisperer

First off, is Jason naked? I'll leave you guessing on that one. Just know, we live in a very warm climate where minimal to no clothing is the most desirable state of being.

Also in this warm climate we have mosquitoes. Lots of mosquitoes. We just get used to having around 3 or more lively little houseguests at any given time. This situation is generally fine and not too bothersome. One gets immune over time to the bites. But they are a nuisance, and when you get the occasional one that makes the buzzing noise...eh! Lucky for me, I have a boyfriend who really has a talent for killing these critters.

One normally wouldn't think of such a thing as a "talent", but trust me, it is. I often awake in the night to the swoosh noise of the racket sailing through the air. He can do it in the dark! Such a gratifying sound the crackle when one is hit (plus in the dark there is a great spark). And when I am being bothered in bed by one buzzing in my ear, it doesn't matter the ungodly hour, I just poke my man in the side and the racket is waving quickly over my head in a matter of seconds. It is really amazing that he has yet to hit me, which I must admit I am pretty grateful for. I shocked myself with one of those rackets once (everyone has to do it once) and it gives quite the jolt.

The science of the mosquito way is quite complicated...something I never realized until I lived on St. John. You have the 'disappearing mosquito' that just magically vanishes, the 'fat and happy mosquito' that is full of blood and lounging somewhere waiting to make a blood baby, and the 'camouflage mosquito' that flies around dark fabrics and other shady areas. Jason rules them all. Seriously! It is one of those things that he can do that I just can't. Sure, the occasional one dies in my clapping hands, but I have nothing on him. HE IS MY HERO!

You would understand if you lived here, which you likely don't, so pooh! By the way, itching a mosquito bite on my left leg as I write.

Like a flailing spider

I am 5'7". Jason is 6'1". Our limbs are the same length. Arms, legs, fingers,toes. I am gangly.