Suck it Golding!!

[dreams_in_mime]

Flies make me unhappy, something about childhood memories.  My housemate and I have been overrun by flies, and man have my spirits been low.  Don't get me wrong, if I am in an environment where that is supposed to be the case, as with camping, I am fine.  They are not supposed to be landing on my F'n dinner, in my home, while it is on the way to my

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[terre_doru]

When I was little, (like 10...I'm still little) my ever-loving Southern Nanny use to visit our house smack dab in the middle of the country in Virginia in the *Hot* Summer. The house was built by my Grandfather (and while being well built) had cracks under the door seals. Needless to say, flies came in in the summer all the time. She would "tsk" and say, "A fly HATES a clean house..." Ahh, how I miss her and her biteyness. and now I. Hate. Flies. and I have a unnatural love for bleach in my kitchen. :o)