This post has nothing to do with my mother or dementia but I had to post it because, I think, it is hilarious...
Over the past month we have been, literally, invaded by those icky 17 year cicada's in our neighborhood. The invasion has been so bad that our kids are afraid to play outside. You haven't been able to be outside without one of them flying into your hair or landing on you... anywhere!
Here is what happened to me today (June 7, 2008):
I just got back from running a couple of errands with the kids to get pinata stuffers for Emmas birthday pinata. We pulled in the driveway and there was not one cicada sound after nearly 4 weeks of being driven insane by the sound of those damn bugs, and I pointed out to the kids how quiet it was.
We three brought in the things we bought... I went to go pee and while standing at the sink washing my hands I heard it... the tell tale cicada screetch... IT was IN THE BATHROOM WITH ME... somewhere in there!
I turned to look behind me in the mirror and I saw it on my back. THE HORROR!!!! I flew out of the bathroom, running and screaming as loudly as I could "CICADA ON MY BACK!!!" sprinting out of our bedroom, down the hallway and out the front door spinning in circles and shaking my shirt as I'm still screaming that there is a cicada on my back. I'm sure the neighbors got a kick out of seeing me in action. The kids didn't know what to think about me.
Over the past month we have been, literally, invaded by those icky 17 year cicada's in our neighborhood. The invasion has been so bad that our kids are afraid to play outside. You haven't been able to be outside without one of them flying into your hair or landing on you... anywhere!
Here is what happened to me today (June 7, 2008):
I just got back from running a couple of errands with the kids to get pinata stuffers for Emmas birthday pinata. We pulled in the driveway and there was not one cicada sound after nearly 4 weeks of being driven insane by the sound of those damn bugs, and I pointed out to the kids how quiet it was.
We three brought in the things we bought... I went to go pee and while standing at the sink washing my hands I heard it... the tell tale cicada screetch... IT was IN THE BATHROOM WITH ME... somewhere in there!
I turned to look behind me in the mirror and I saw it on my back. THE HORROR!!!! I flew out of the bathroom, running and screaming as loudly as I could "CICADA ON MY BACK!!!" sprinting out of our bedroom, down the hallway and out the front door spinning in circles and shaking my shirt as I'm still screaming that there is a cicada on my back. I'm sure the neighbors got a kick out of seeing me in action. The kids didn't know what to think about me.
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I am the world's worst blogger...I just noticed you posted on mine!! I am going to try to keep up with it!
MA