they’re baaaaaack

I take back every nasty thing I said or thought on my way into work this morning in the rain – my snails are back!

I was worried that the heat had done them harm, but I think they just burrowed into the cool dark of the soil and waited for rain. I saw one this morning, and when I came home there were so many more! Baby snails, too!

I picked this little guy up and put him on my hand. He was a little scared – in fact, he pooped on me.

For the record, baby poop is disgusting. Baby snail poop, on the other hand, is adorable (but also pretty disgusting).

I called Ed at work to tell him a baby snail pooped on me. He did not share my excitement.

I am going to be very very sad when snail season is over. I love my slimy little guys!

Yay snails!

sopping

I am trying to use the power of positive thinking to dry my pants, and it is not working.

Every single layer I’m wearing is soaked through. My pants are disgusting; my shirt and bra are both saturated, making me look like the last-place contestant in a wet t-shirt contest held down at the Cecil. Needless to say, I am not a happy Kimli. I am a wet, cold, drippy, sniffly, frizzy, tired Kimli. I have had better Tuesdays. Drier ones, too.

It really does feel as though I’m moving in slow motion – our wonderful neighbours had a party last night that went until 3 in the morning. I’m past the point of trying to get them to shut the fuck up – there’s only so much angry slamming I can do before you just give up because some people are just that ignorant.

Too busy. More later.