my morning

there is nothing in this world like waking up in the morning, being groggy, and having your husband mention to you that you should go check out the laundry room because it smells awfully funky - and there's a possibility that it might be your work-out socks...

So I went and looked, walked in a couple steps, smelled nothing.

A couple more steps, still nothing.

Walked cautiously in the direction of the potentially offending socks in front of the washer, and WOW! did I smell it. Not a sweaty sock smell, but a rancid and nasty smell. I looked in the garbage can, that wasn't it, peeked in the sink next to the washer, and saw the grossest thing - it looked like someone had barfed and not bothered to wash it down. That couldn't have possibly come from something being washed, because our lint catcher was bright and shiny and new, so I'm guessing that something backed up at some point and we just now found out about it. Yummy. Not only did it look like vomit, it smelled like vomit. I didn't have time to do anything about it, so I'm really looking forward to going home and getting that taken care of....yeah.

That's not the end of my glorious morning, oh no. The only thing that could have topped my laundry room discovery was what happened next.

Ah, the feeling of going for a change of clothing from your dresser drawers, and then out of the corner of your eye catching the movement of something in a familiar rusty orange color with lots of ucky little legs. There's nothing quite like the repulsion and the shiver of disgust as you turn your head and see one of the nastiest of God's creatures dart from under the other side of your dresser to underneath your clothes hamper. It's enough to make one want to utter many 4-letter words.

I was brave for like 5 seconds - I went for a tennis shoe and was going to try and smash it on the carpet, but before I even lifted the hamper I thought better of it - there's a good chance it wasn't even there anymore, and I'd never be able to sneak up on it like that, so it will have to wait until another day, and hopefully that other day will be one when Seth is home to take care of it.

Yes, those were my experiences, both before 6am...I felt more than a little violated. I hadn't had to look at centipedes for more than a year - you don't get them often on the 3rd floor of a well kept apartment building. And yes, it would be gross to see them anywhere in our house, but I could handle the basement. They belong in that sort of environment, cooler and underground. They do NOT belong in my bedroom. It's my favorite room in my whole house for many reasons, and now it's just tarnished.

Bleaugh...that's just sick.