cicada… sounds like a good name for a car.


urr.. ummm… yeah… so I’m still not done going through pics from the road trip…. I’m trying – it just feels like I’m still chasing around a bunch of little fires…

Add to that: For the last week including today, I’ll sit straight up at 5am like I always do – but just lay back down. Half-conscious cuddling for a couple hours wins out over what’s normally time for our little morning coffee klatch,urr.. blog.. “blatch”? Coffee Blactch? Klarg? Coffee Klarg?

*slaps self*

Got another huge dent in the downed limbs in the back yard from the storm done…. (bonfire at our place this fall – you’re invited).

At least Chad found time to be creative… He terrorized a cicada with his macro lens while Kevin tried out his new chainsaw and I folded laundry madly.

Speaking of terror and cicada… Came to find out our common girlfriend mistress / cat-sitter, devcubber, had planted spent cicada shells all through our bed while we were gone. *fortunately on Kevin’s side – otherwise I’m sure I’d be typing this entry from the cardiac wing at Barnes.

I noticed something strangely crunchy in one of the pillowcases while I was doing laundry.

For some fortunate reason – I didn’t dig it out to see what it was.

chicken.