Cooch Roach

A week ago today I had a huge cockroach crawl up my leg.

Writing it like that doesn't make it seem nearly half as disgusting as it was. I'm still having nightmares about it.

I was waiting for a conference to start at the Fairmont Copley in Boston. Not exactly the low rent district. And at first I didn't know what it was. My leg felt tingly, a little electric, slightly cool. And then, reaching down, I felt something moving underneath my skirt. He was truly going for the gold.

I held it together long enough to make it to the ladies room. I have no idea how.

They bought me and Mr. Zips lunch in the Oak Room. Least they could do since they made me lose my breakfast.

I keep seeing that damn bug cowering under the chairs in the conference room and my hate knows no bounds.

Loving all of Earth's creatures is fine theoretically. It's something altogether different when creatures with six legs are trying to make it to home base.

My New Blog

Well, now I have a blog. Call me Captain Obvious. But it's much more practical than whipping out my journal at work and venting...

My random thought of the day --

I often mock my mother for being June Cleaver-light or Emily Post of the New World. But, honestly, I am thankful for (most of) the values she instilled in me. Like remembering the little things. Marking occasions thoughtfully. Being a gracious guest.

So to all my friends and lovers - if you and I are going to an event together, don't expect to show up - to a wedding, shower, party, or whatever - empty handed. Just don't.

Everyone knows I'm not a huge fan of the traditional marriage. Or any marriage, really. But, as I see it -- here's one value marriage offers. It gives guys the chance to learn things their mother would have taught them if they cared enough to actually listen instead of tuning her out and wondering if there's more potatoes or if Connie Chung is nasty in bed.

Aforementioned wedding event is happening in ME. Visiting Colby for the first time since graduating. Wierdness ensues.