Finally, now that the final season has aired, I gave in. And I have to say, I am TOTALLY addicted. I don't know what it is about this show! Why do I love it so much?
Moving on to less sexy news:
I've heard about some pretty terrible things that happened to people on the east coast over the weekend, including at least one person who had their entire house demolished -- luckily no one was inside! But from where I was in New York City the storm was...disappointing. I know I shouldn't complain about weather being BETTER than it was supposed to be, but I love a good storm with wind and rain and thunder and lighting. I have to say, I've seen better. And a storm that was supposed to last from Saturday into Monday ended Sunday morning which...really weather channel? Of course they had shut down all mass transportation so that pretty much just screwed everyone in the city regardless. I don't think it's even all back up yet.
I share The Oatmeal's perspective on this one:
The truly bad thing about the weather was that it brought out the cockroaches in larger numbers. Yesterday I found two -- yes TWO in my apartment! The first one was dead but Lilah was trying to bat it around so I went into mommy-mode and got her away from it and swept it up with a dustpan and broom. All on my own! This is a really big deal people. Perhaps I'm emerging as a stronger woman here -- one who is ready and willing to wage the war on cockroaches.
This girl has the right idea:
The second cockroach, however, was very much alive and scampery and hiding under my purse. I was not amused. Lilah was immediately in hot pursuit, and I couldn't get a good angle with my giant can of Raid. So, I begrudgingly let her carry the damn thing underneath my bed. I did not see her again for a solid 20 minutes, and I'm not going to be looking for remains any time soon.