I stepped on a slug tonight, whilst running through the yard after the Professor. I was wearing flip flops and it went squishy right up between my toes. At first I couldn't figure out why there was just a certain little patch of water that was so cold there. Then it dawned on me. I knocked it out of my shoe, caught the wayward puppy, and went to wash my feet. Blech. I scrubbed out my shoes too, so now they are drying on the radiator, even though the radiator isn't on because it's really too hot for it. I dislike bugs in general. But right now I'm not too fond of slugs.
In other news, I've been staying up way too late. Case in point, it is now 15 minutes until 3 am. That is a problem, because then I sleep too much. So, I think I will get off the computer and go to sleep. Or try to. The last couple nights I have tossed and turned due to the change in the temperature making me either too hot or too cold. Bothersome.
Life is good, even when it isn't, it is. I love my husband. He just woke up and decided to bite me on the neck. Now I'm going to bed, g'night.