So yesterday we had dinner...and it got more than a little smoky, thanks to some overheated oil. :) We opened the door and the windows and turned on fans and hoped it would clear out soon. It did, but it also cleared in a fly or two. Or seven.
I detest houseflies. BLEGH. Especially, as I have learned recently, ones that whiz around the kitchen or my ears (or both). They really bug me (no pun intended), and I've seriously had to pray to not get mad at everyone and everything when the pesky flies are at it again. Anyway, Corey killed six of them -- with my hotpad!! (We don't have a flyswatter.) However, one eluded him. And it's been whizzing around our house for the past 21 or 22 hours. I know, nasty. But, finally, I was able to corner him, and I just smacked him to his death. With a rolled-up newspaper, not a hotpad, might I add.
So, yeah. I'm cool. Go us. This was kind of a lame post.