Ack! Gross gross gross gross gross.
For the last month or so, we've noticed some little bugs crawling on our kitchen counters. I thought they were just ants. The Mr thought otherwise but we both agreed, they were definitely NOT roaches. Theresa housesat/dogsat for us and inquired about our roach infestation. I guffawed at her implication of us having roaches. I've seen roaches. These were not roaches.
Oh my fucking god, it's a roach! The Mr trapped it in a glass the other day and did a search. We believe it's a german cockroach. I think they're attacking us because they've mistaken our last name as being jewish (like my entire family did when I sent out wedding invitations).
HELP!
Onto other news... today, I almost ate a piece of chicken. I actually squealed at my desk at work, "oh my god - I think I'm eating chicken!" and promptly spit it out in my trashcan much to the horror of the nice contractor who is helping to develop something for my project.
The Mr and I ate at a fab Indian restaurant on Friday with some friends (Kristin and Jackson... fresh from their honeymoon and Ian and Katie). We love this place. I ordered too much and had my leftovers wrapped. I wasn't paying attention to what was wrapped, especially since The Mr never takes leftovers (he's a weird one), so I scooped all the fixins into 1 tupperware bowl for lunch today. I thought I was dining on spinach & paneer, cauliflower and potatoes and basmati rice. Little did I know that I had also thrown in The Mr's chicken dish. It was in the same colored sauce as my cauliflower! Strangely - chunks of chicken in a pink-orangey sauce resemble chunks of potatoes.
As I took a bite of my lunch, I realized that I wasn't eating a potato.
I almost died today, guys. Okay, not really but it's been so long since I've eaten any meat - I think I would have gotten sick. Or super poopy.
I think the Indians are out to get me too.
