We got the bikes out, and now we're in the process of assembling our full line-up of spring time toys. (Oh, you want me to post about that, I WILL.... later.)
Meanwhile, I sorta have this amazing opportunity to review some products. I'm just in the process of deciding what I want to pick, because as you all know, I'm in a (relatively) new house and am in the throes of re-decorating, and I really, really NEED stuff. Like, maybe a TV stand, or a chandelier, or a bookcase. (A girl can never have too many bookcases.)
So, you know, whenever I decide which direction I want to move in, I WILL LET YOU KNOW.
While you think about that, and please, leave me a suggestion of which direction you think I should take, I need to talk about the glorious spring bugs that are invading my home.
Specifically, the ants.
These darling little buggers are coming out of the rich, warm earth to visit the wondrous Bingham household. I have been spraying in and outside, to no avail. I can't figure out where exactly they're coming from, and in the middle of the night, I can't sleep because WHAT IF THEY LIVE IN MY WALLS.
Of course, this type of thinking generally gets pooh-poohed by DadGuy because he firmly believes that I'm crazy.
EXCEPT I'LL BE THE ONE LAUGHING WHEN THEY CRAWL OUT OF THE WALLS AND EAT YOUR EYEBALLS DADGUY.
Pffht. And I'm the crazy one.