I got distracted by the creepy basement & the bean dip.

I was supposed to come straight home after work today to start laundry. Its overflowing. Both lights & darks. J-Bird & I have this graphic design event to go to tomorrow evening & we both need to look semi-decent, so laundry needed to be done.

However, when I finally managed to make it through traffic & get through the front door, I was exhausted, but had my mind set on doing laundry. I also have a confession. I never do laundry alone because I’m terrified to go down to our basement alone. That’s where the washer & dryer are: the basement. It’s creepy, dark, smells musty & there’s always camel crickets (google them) down there. I…picked up the laundry, then…froze up.

I then heard a buzzing sound coming from the attic. Dammit. The bees are back. Did they ever really go away? I don’t know. I figured I’d better not hang out near the attic too much longer. Better head back downstairs.

Upon walking into the living room I spotted the bean dip. Yes. Just what I need. An afternoon snack. With the Tostitos chips with the hint of lime. I hope J-Bird doesn’t make me sleep on the couch since I polished off the bean dip.

And never even got the laundry started. Whatever. I get distracted easily.

BrennaG.

I had to army crawl across the floor in my pretty dress to avoid a killer bee.

Renovations on the Amityville house have officially started. We also have a bee infestation (again), so its like we’re taking one step forward & two steps back.

I’ve spent the majority of my lovely Sunday off stripping pink & white striped wallpaper off the guest bedroom wall & fighting bees in the attic with J-bird & his dad. They’ve mostly used a steamer to get the paper off (we only have one) while I was given the task of ripping it right off with my hands. I have no nails or patience left, but the room is about halfway done. I’m “taking a break”. For “water”. Oh, strike that. No quotes on the water. I actually did get water. But I don’t think doing a blog post is hardly considered a break. The wallpaper is ugly, outdated & messy. I can’t imagine a world where anyone would use pink stripes of any kind on their walls. Then again, I didn’t live here in 1954.

The honey bee infestation started yesterday as I was getting ready for work. Well, it started long before that, but that’s when it got really ugly. Like, I had to army crawl across the floor in my pretty dress to avoid a killer bee ugly. Whatever. I get all panicky around things that can sting me & J-Bird wasn’t home. As of today, we figured out that the bees are entering through our attic & we’ve found about 20 in our house (some dead around the attic door, most half alive, some fully alive). Apparently once they find their way in, they can’t get out. I’m still not sure what we’re going to do about them, I just hope they don’t attack me in my sleep.

If you don’t hear from me in a few days, assume the bees got me.

BrennaG.