Just when I thought I couldn't get any loopier

This entry is going to be vague and ambiguous. All I know is that the last two months have involved serious thinking, and life-altering revelations. As things progress, it occurs to me that when you want something, you can't have it. Then you might have it, and you don't want it. Then you do want it, only to find out that you can't have it yet....or can you? Maybe. But you'll have to wait to next week to find out, and you might not like the answer. Does that answer your question? Clearly, no. Sigh.

We are under attack! Run for your lives!

Every house has it's share of unwanted guests. Some have two legs, some have four, and in our case, they have six. It started one night, when we went to go brush our teeth, and found a little party of them in our bathroom (eeewwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). We put out some traps, and it seemed to go away. Then, they came back. Just a few at first, but then they were everywhere. In every room. ALL.THE.TIME.

So, being the idiotic bleeding-heart that I am, I felt conflicted about killing them. They're just trying to make a living, after all. So, I spent an entire afternoon researching the evidence regarding whether insects feel pain, and eventually felt confident that their little CNS-absent brains wouldn't know what hit them. So, we put out some poison. We found their homebase, at a tree outside our house, and let 'em have it.

So far, the ants have largely disappeared. I try not to think about it too much. Then, the other night, Matiss found a GIANT, big daddy, momma said knock you out kind of ant in our sink. EEEEEWWWWWWW! I think the little punk-ass workers have all died, so now the big bad-ass workers are coming out for blood. This is war.

Little house = lots of guests. Big house = everybody's gone. What gives?

Now that we live in a nice, big house, with lots of room, and more than one toilet, it seems as if there's nobody to be homey with, besides Tiss, my...uh....homey. First little Kris takes off for Oz for an extended tour, and then Jimbo decides he wants to go live in an igloo. Now Austris has decided to go back to the homeland, leaving Matiss and I acutely abandoned by our siblings. So, it's just us and the cats in the yard. Don't get me wrong, it's a very very very fine house, as they say. It's just that everyone's gone, 'cept the folks. Problem is, they don't like playing Big Two or Prince of Persia. Sigh, I guess we'll just have to throw another party. Who's up for plastic bottle field-goal kicking in the living room???

We're nesting, I think. Eek.

Okay, so, we got married. That was great. Didn't really change anything - in fact, we haven't partied this much in years. Then, one day, out of the blue of Tissman's mind, comes the idea to purchase our first house. It's a deal we can't refuse, and it seems to be taking shape. So...we spend our last month downtown, before we head to trendy Westboro. Bakeries, bike paths, and little shops await us...and a three-bedroom, semi-detatched house. There are only two of us now, not including the cats....what does this mean? I sense nesting. Perhaps we are powerless to stop it, after all.