Ice cream at Burger King. I wouldn't let her touch me with those sticky fingers!
We bought her a lollipop later in the day and I ended up opening the new pack of wipes while we were still in the grocery store, because she wanted picked up. Ew - 2 year out stickies.
This was almost the winner, but I wish I'd caught just a bit more of my face/chin.
I was thinking about everyone (blogland) today and realized that most of you probably don't understand my issues with a dirty/cluttered house the way my close friends do.
*This is catergorized under deadly honestly*
New Zealand is subtropical (on the North Island anyways). So that means it rarely frosts and thus our bugs don't die out each season. I know that in the North East of the US, where I'm from, all the bugs die out each winter, because it's so cold. It serves as a bit of a "pest control system" because you only have one-years-worth at a time.
Not the case for sub-tropical. It's wet here - sort of like a semi-rainforest climate. Very Seattle in that there's ALWAYS rain. So stuff grows like weeds, and the "vermits" increase and thrive.
Having "pest" problems isn't the stigma here that it is in the US, because it's a constant battle. We had mice once or twice when I was a kid in Virginia. But it was never a constant concern.
Our first winter in New Zealand (2006) I ended up with a few mice. I set the traps (peanut butter and raisins baby!) and dealt with the issue. It freaked me out. I could set the traps, but if I heard them snap or found them with "occupants" I'd send Matt to deal with them. And being the fabulous, caring husband he is, he has (more than once) chased me around the house with an occupied trap in hand. AK!
In early 2007, I had more mice issues, so out the traps came again. And then one morning I discovered a plastic tub (that I used for compost/scraps and emptied every few days) with a hole in the corner. Larger than I would have thought for a mousehole. Yeah, well it was too big. I was sitting at the computer a few days later when I heard something and turned to look in the kitchen. I'd had one of my I'm-not-doing-the-dishes-tonight evenings and as I turned I saw a RAT eating on my dishes. OH GOOD GRIEF! I grabbed the camera, zoomed it, took a picture (so Matt wouldn't try to tell me I was tired and imaging that it was bigger than it was) and then made all sorts of noise.
I couldn't use rat poison because we had a labrador that eats EVERYTHING and Oceana who had just turned 1. I was afraid one of them would get really sick if I used it. So instead, I bought an old-school rat trap (just a HUGE mousetrap) and set it. The next morning I found it, cleaned off and empty. No joke. That stupid rat had eaten everything off - like shiny clean - and the trap hadn't gone off. So loosened the mechanism, reset it and was disgusted to find (after going for a walk) that "it" had started to clean it off again. And I reset it. I couldn't sleep, I could barely deal to be in my kitchen. And then one night we were watcing TV when we heard the trap snap. I sent Matt in to deal with it, and we found a "trapped-but-not-dead" rat. Long story short, it was disgusting, horrible, and it ruined my 22nd birthday (it was the evening of my birthday, horrid bday).
And then when we moved to this house - the first few days - I found enormous cockroaches. I freaked out! They were huge - like the ones you see in movies. We called the landlord to have the place sprayed, and she was out of town. I got some advice from friends about not keeping the windows on the ground floor open at night and we stopped seeing them. (BTW - they all died - except the one I put out IN the rubbish, coz I saw him in there and tied the bag up tight). I'm pretty sure now that they were wood roaches (which is a real thing in New Zealand, they're outdoors bugs - but they'll come inside if they can). The house has since been sprayed (outside) and I haven't seen anymore evidence of bugs. But THAT is why I'm so stressed out by mess/dirt/dishes. Because I've had my share of pest problems, and I get totally strung out when we have issues with them.
So anyways, now that you're sure i'm the nastiest housekeeper ever - please remember it's an uphill battle in a subtropical climate. EW EW EW EW EW
Did I make your skin crawl yet? Go wash your dishes. It'll make you feel better.