Have you ever done something to someone you love that you’re ashamed of? Something that you know if you told them their reaction may be less than predictable. I have, and today I have decided to take the jump and start sharing those stories with you. We’ll start with one that’s been a reoccurring issue in our house…
Bugs, I’m not talking a Starship Troopers style infestation but every now and then I find a creepy crawly scooting down the hallway. My dogs are useless, they lay on the floor and stare at it, Watson even tries to play with it, sherlock just stands, stares and then lets out a massive bark, here they are defending me from a fly:
So, as you can see I needed to find a solution. My fiance is what some may call “hamper deficient,” He lacks the genes required to put his clothes in a hamper or container of any sort. That being said, there have been numerous occurrences when I have been left to fend for myself in the war on bugs. If you put the two together and look at the title you can probably see where this is going.