Tonight ended with me closing up the house only to find I had left a window open in the enclosed porch. Not a real issue except that it proved to be an invitation to all the neighborhood moths . As I opened the porch door I was greeted with 30-40 fluttering friends. AKKKK! OMG OMG
I grabbed the closest thing to a fly swatter I could find – a broom. I began the sweeping elimination embracing thoughts of my Ann Taylor cashmere sweater with pearl buttons and feeling no guilt whatsoever. The evening’s cocktail made my sweeping efforts a little less fruitful than I had hoped. I also noticed (as I live on a busy street) several cars slowing to view my free form broom dancing. Insane? Perhaps… but I do not care. My sweater is safe, my babies are sleeping and Calgon is calling my name.