Wednesday I was leaning over the kitchen counter, reading. My right hand was under my chin, and my left hand was behind my neck. I felt something between my third and fourth fingers. And? It was this:
Apparently if you somehow stash a ladybug between your fingers, you can totally remove one of the cute red and black dotted shell pieces. That weird piece sticking out was more like black mesh. I have no idea how long it was there. How it got there. Why. I was so surprised that I took the picture and then just let it walk off. Yes. In the kitchen. Somewhere in my kitchen (because I'm typing, and i KNOW it didn't find its way back to the space between my left 3rd and 4th fingers), is a slightly smushed, half naked ladybug. (yes. ha ha. better than a slightly smushed, half naked lady in my kitchen, i know.)
Later Wednesday would get even stranger. It became the Sleepless Night of Vomit. I think I'll spare you most of the details, but I will tell you that I ended up having to scrub multiple WALLS in the house, not just floors. Ew.
And the dog? The dog has whooping cough. How sad is a chocolate lab, wrapped in a chocolate blankie? He had a chill, and was grateful to be tucked in.
And you might not ever guess this in a million years, so I think I'll tell you. Frequently my children do things that are SO disgusting, I can't even clean it up enough to blog it in such a way that wouldn't make you sick and never return. Seriously. I know I gag you out sometimes, but it could actually be so much worse, you have no idea.