Remember my post about the critters in ma attic?
I was hearing serious noises upstairs in my new house. I thought I had a raccoon, a ghost, or a not-so-friendly homeless man wreaking havoc above my head.
Thank you, Mr. Exterminator, for changing the population to (hopefully) 0.
|my squirrely friend is quickly regretting his decision to shack up with me.|
It's good to know I'm not going crazy, right?
Now I can watch Criminal Minds before bed without the freak outs over a possible serial killer in my attic. I'm a newbie to this show, and I can't get enough of the millions of reruns.
Speaking of addicting TV shows, is anybody else getting a kick out of Brad Womack's return to The Bachelor? My mom watched his previous season, and I only saw the very end, but I'm already tired of the declarations of how he has changed, etc. We get it, Brad, and good luck with those crazy pizza-breath nutjobs. I think I'd take the real live vampire first.
|Brad wants his own man version of Twilight.|