Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Halt the 60-day Countup!

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

13 May 2008

Halt the 60-day Countup!

We think we've got bed-bug spots on the bed sheets. We think we've been bitten. We're thinking of burning the house down.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...: NO, NO, NO, NO, NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!; 13 May, 2008 10:54
Swift Jan said...: POOOOOOOOO!!!! :(; 13 May, 2008 12:01
Nauntie Lush said...: OH DEAR LORD NO NOT ANY MORE BED BUGS!!

Maybe it's the CHICKENPOX?!?!

Yeah, it's totally chickenpox.

PS - NEVER COMING TO THE LAND OF PLENTY!!LOL; 13 May, 2008 14:07
Givinya De Elba said...: Seriously, we're not sure. We haven't seen any bugs, and we're not sure what the recent spots and itches are from. And of course, we're paranoid.

Chickenpox and spider bites would be preferable.

The Land of Plenty is pretty good. We're just not ready to rule out that our house could have ... problems.

A question ... we're sort-of half-planning to go to a camp in September - one of the five camps from Sept-Dec 2007 that we could have picked up the bugs from. Should we decline to go in protest? Should we wait and see if our bugs are gone? Should we go back and investigate to see if they indeed have a bug problem?

Either way, Hubs is planning to be a leader of about 120 high-school kids, so SOMEBODY will have to be decontaminated at the end of it.; 13 May, 2008 14:57
Anonymous said...: The count is back on. You've decided that it's not BBs or that you have had no further symptoms and are hoping that it's not BBs?

Here's hoping the lack of symptoms continue. Jen.; 15 May, 2008 10:42
Nauntie Lush said...: I say make hubs go alone, stay home and eat bon bons. He can go through the decontamination alone.

Also all of his camping gear should be hermetically sealed so he is basically sleeping on and wearing black trash bags the entire time. That way those suckers have NOTHING to ride home on but his hairy legs.; 15 May, 2008 12:31
Givinya De Elba said...: Okay I'm hoping that in the USA 'bon-bons' are seriously different to what I'm picturing. Which is me biting into a cardboard thing with paper hats and bad jokes inside, and then *bang!* the gunpowder goes off in my mouth while everyone yells, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

You call them crackers I think?; 15 May, 2008 16:22
Nauntie Lush said...: Yes, those are the English crackers.

Our crackers are square, and flat and salty, or cheesy or chicken flavored etc. (I think they are called biscuts?)

And Bon-Bons are chocolates, filled with anything from mousse, to liqours, to fruits to ice cream. They are smallish, and WONDERFUL.

Maybe I should send you a couple dozen so you can practice?; 16 May, 2008 00:00
Givinya De Elba said...: Spot on, your 'crackers' are our 'biscuits' and your 'biscuits' are ... I'm not sure what we'd call them?

It's a wonder you & I can communicate at all.

Your bon-bons sounds fantastic. Yes, send a couple dozen and I will practice :); 17 May, 2008 14:24

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In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.

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13 May 2008

Halt the 60-day Countup!

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