Gift Giving

Today I saw a pretty (what I thought was a) fly sitting next to the door & thought my Mom would also like to share this splendor of nature.

Very stealth-like, I walked up to him and gently pinched him between my fingers to bring it to my Mom.

Much to my surprise, HE WAS NOT A FLY, HE WAS A WASP...AND THE BASTARD STUNG MY THUMB! In a rage, I threw him on the ground and stomped him to a flat death.

That's the last time I try to be nice and bring my mom a pretty gift!

Tub Time

I am secure enough in my masculinity to confess that I love the tub, but I really love the bubbles that go along with the tub.