literal minutes ago, i got up out of bed because i realized that i hadn’t laid out my clothes for tomorrow. and because i KNOW me, if i don’t pick out EXACTLY what i am wearing the next day the night before, i will change complete outfits 5-6 times in the morning. and frankly, i don’t have time for that.
anyway, so i got up only to see a HUGE beetle in our bedroom. like, not a roach. but a heavy duty beetle. at first i tried to convince zeus to come and eat the beetle. because that’s what dogs do, right? attack bugs?
he decided that the bug was a LITTLE too intimidating and spent the next 10 minutes outside in the hallway. so it was on to plan b. bug spray.
but because the bug spray was downstairs, i jutted into the bathroom and grabbed the first thing i could find that i knew could shoot at least 2 feet.
that’s right. i grabbed my root lifter.
it was quite the battle royale, but i emerged the victor. while some people feel safer at night sleeping with a gun in the nightstand, i’ll be resting pretty with my redken.
trust me, the irony of my hero’s name is not lost on me.