Last night, I took some wash out of the washing machine and I saw something funny at the bottom of the barrel. I grabbed a tissue to get it out, because it looked sort of stringy, but I was pretty sure it wasn't thread. I was right. It was a cricket...well...part of a cricket. It had a head and the antennae--one, anyway--and a kind of stick-like stem sticking out the back of the head creating the "spine" of the little bugger. It looked clean, I guess...kind of shiny. Today, I found a wing and a leg in a new wash load. Eeeewww.
It's almost as gross as the time I found something pasty white and squashy in the wash while I was in California waiting for Curly Fry's adoption stuff to clear so I could bring him home. It turned out to be reconstituted umbilical cord, which had somehow gotten stuck to my bathrobe and washed. I could not eat round noodles for some time.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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um, that could possibly be one the grosser things i've imagined in my life. thanks <3
gross. Now I won't be able to eat noodles.
When I had Viv by C-Section, they didn't removed the divider between me and my stomach, so I could see her born. Afterwards, I got my tubes cut, and they looks like long skinny spagetti noodles, Jason got to cut them too. Then suddenly blood started cushing everywhere! Something was wrong, the chief of surgery came in and stopped the bleeding. My doctor was panicking, because she didn't know where the blood was coming from, and I stayed awake the whole time!
I meant to say, they did remove the divider at my request, so I could see her born...
Jen, now I totally picture bleeding spaghetti...Oh, well. I don't usually eat the sauce, anyway. By the way, why did Jason want to help cut the tubes? Was it a kind of "umbilical cord" moment?
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