There is nothing more terrifying than opening one eye to snooze your alarm for the fourth time,
and seeing a gosh-darn ANT crawling next to your face on your beloved pillow.
DEAR ANT, please get out of my personal safe/warm/snuggly/clean bubble.
I have half a mind to lecture you about the definition of an invasion of privacy,
but then I'd have to kill you. (Oh wait, I already did.)
Rant over.
{Dear universe, if this stupid ant infestation is a test to see if I'm capable of handling my twenties,
I'll just tell you right now that I can't & I vote to stay a teen forever thankyouverymuch.}
Rant really over.
Scroll back up for some more pleasing mental-picture material.
Cherry blossoms!
Our few little baby trees are pretty far off from DC's blossoms,
but oh boy are they trying their hardest.
And they are so special -
these pictures were taken when they were already not at their fullest.
But at their peak, they were all soft and pink and fluttery.
And every time I walked by, I'd feel all "Memoirs of a Geisha," -
a breeze would blow by and a whole lot of blossoms would drift by me,
and I swear, I've never smelled anything so sweetly, pleasantly delightful,
and everything and the world was just terrific.
And then the ants showed up.