Whomever is in charge of school start times and buses in Hillsborough county is a sadistic twit. 5 bloody fifteen this morning and we’re wandering around in the dark like zombies picking the scabby sleep crusts off our eyes and mumbling something about lunch money. The cats are all like “wtf?” and Derry’s looking like he wants to stab someone.
Anyhow, he doesn’t and goes off to become beautiful and I flip on the light. O horror, horror, horror (said Macduff) and I. I hope that insect doesn’t see me (said Adam Ant) and I. Can you tell I’m sleep deprived – ha!
Ants, big ones, had invaded and were busy having a rave in the cat food bowl. There was a line of them, to-ing and fro-ing, from the pool door, in through the cat flap, across no-mans land and pillaging our fancy feast. Grayt. So whilst I’m being awesome and cooking Derry some lovely bacon and eggs (it probably wont happen again – it’ll be jello pudding cups by the end of the week Im sure), poor David is staggering around like an old drunk, lunging at poor defenseless mutant ants with bug spray and a spatula.
Aaaah, back to school for little Derry sophomore. The end of a wonderful, long summer of warcraft and paling skin.
Scott sleeps on. Homeschooling has many benefits.