They say that, when the economy tanks and you can't see any way through your pile of bills and are wondering who you'll look wearing one of those barrels with shoulder straps, women buy lipstick and everyone goes to upbeat, escapist movies to take their minds off their troubles. But I'm here to tell you that any lipstick worth having is nigh 'bout $20 or more and you'll just end up regretting it, and Hollywood has not caught up with the times yet. Plus, it's Oscar season, so once you've seen Slumdog Millionaire your choices are sexy Nazis seducing children, attractive suburbanites mourning the death of their dreams, and nuns and priests talking about child abuse. (That said, I hear Gran Torino is a good diversion with a message, and if you don't hate Brad Pitt as much as I do you could probably sit through that Owen Meany movie where he ages like he's from Ork .) And while I'm as big a Kevin James fan as the next person, you can't ask him...
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Right now we're on day 5 at the lake- now this is bug heaven and there's just not thing one I or the Orkin man can do to stop the creatures around here. My mom uses some horse-stall spray to keep the black flies away but spiders are everywhere.
I'm on dial-up here and it took me about an hour just to load the comment page- that's worse than spiders.
Oh, wait; y'all are still talking about the ants, aren't you?
I was all a tizzy when I found them on my laptop on the coffee table. They'd crawled up the wall to where it was plugged in, across the cord, and there they were, going in and out of the keyboard. Ack!
The ants in my house laugh at the traps. Seriously, they walk right over top and head for the vast crumb selection my children are kind enough to leave them.