Megan and I were at gymnastics last week. I was sitting talking to some of the other moms as we noticed just swarms of nasty flies in the building. It was quite disgusting. There's not much else that kind kind of just turn you off to a place than a bunch of flies. Well ok maybe there are a few worse things. But seriously, flies are just gross. Anyway we were all remarking about the flies and one mom pipes up and says, "oh yes...October is the worst month for flies". Huh. I'd never really thought about it before. I mean we live in Tracy. It's a cow town. Literally. I live around the corner from a dairy farm. There are flies. There are always flies.
But this lady really must have known something because OH MY GOSH It's like our entire house is being invaded by these nasty flying beasts. I am not joking I just stood in my kitchen for the last twenty minutes and killed no less than 50 flies. I am not exaggerating. Well, maybe a little. I just cleaned it all up last night and now I feel the need to go over every last centimeter with bleach. And the thing is, as soon as I think I've got them all, haha! I am triumphant! another one dive bombs my head. WHERE THE FREAK ARE THEY COMING FROM?! What the FIRECRACKER?! There is another one!!!!!
Someone please save me. Because if Megan opens the patio or garage door one more time and just stands there with it wide open I just might really lose it.