cutest infestation ever

Everyone keeps talking about the stink bug invasion, and I have no idea what they mean. I feel really left out. Where are all my stink bugs???

In other news, we have an infestation of flies that come out of our bathroom sink. Not the drain, mind you, but the little overflow vent. You know what I mean? They're these little tiny gray flies that I have NEVER seen anywhere else in the entire world. It's like they're indigenous to our sink. I tried pouring bleach down the vent, but the little buggers remain unaffected.

pretty sure this one is finance-related

Another tooth dream last night. This time, it started with my incisors, which I can't remember happening before. First I felt a little bit of grit in between some of my front teeth, then I remember the one on the right side feeling loose.

"Oh no!"

But it was too late. Out they came. Followed by the rest of them. All 28 teeth came out in crumbles. I spit them in my hand and tried to rinse them off, as shards of them got washed down the drain and the bigger chunks clogged it up.

"I don't even have dental insurance!" I said. That's a new one. I've never worried about dental insurance in a dream, though it would be a very real concern if this ever actually happened.

Ugh, it was terrible. Definitely feeling out of control again. Interestingly enough, though, my teeth grew back in again. Huh. That's the second time that's happened in a dream. I suppose I have hope yet.

never exhaustive

things I like about my roomies

• We like to do things together. Sometimes we'll plan a roommate night or other event, but most things are unplanned. Often, both Jayme and I will go pick up Becky from work, though it's completely unnecessary. But who wouldn't want two roommates picking them up?
• They name food after me. Every type of food that I regularly make becomes 'Anna _____.' As in, Let's bring Anna Pasta Salad to the cookout, or I just want an Anna Bagel, or I'm gonna make an Anna Omelette. It makes me feel good.
• They listen to me discuss the same issues ad nauseum. I know they must get tired of hearing my same dumb ramblings all the time, but they don't act like it.
• We like to celebrate. Sometimes this can mean big parties and planned events, but mostly it's just little things, like making signs on special days or writing down little events or memories on our weekly calendar. The trivial becomes important and the forgettable becomes memorable. Because come on, life's worth celebrating. And our big parties are pretty awesome. (Halloween 2010? Maybe?)
• We are clean, but not anal retentive. This just makes a house pleasant to live in.
• We like to take advantage of events. Whenever something fun is going on in the neighborhood or city, we try to go, sometimes on short notice.
• We share things. Food, clothes. It all becomes kind of communal. Too bad Becky's feet are so small, though, cause she has some cute shoes I can't access.

There's probably more.

romanticize the mundane, hon

A lack of car and internet cause me to walk around the neighborhood and do my work in a local cafe today. Somehow, this makes me feel more authentic. Authentically, what, cheap? Not fully employed? Unlucky with cars? Maybe.

Sigh.

handy stitch all over again

Three and a half years ago, I had the best idea of my life. Then I posted it to the internet. Posting it was probably the WORST idea of my life. Some hot shot over at Hasbro must have, in the past few years, discovered my idea and stolen it.

I'll admit, they did kind of one-up my idea of stacks of paper on writing tablets by making little scrolls out of them. I don't even want to know what the other items are.

My dreams have been shattered.

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