Dead Ant

There are ants in my pants. They make me do the boogie dance. Actually, they are in the pantry, but that doesn't do much for the rhyme-scheme. It does, however, mean that everything we eat today is going to be covered in bug spray and "chocolate" sprinkles. Yum!

In the meantime we are outside, playing with the dogs and listening to the birds chirp their morning ritual of mating and/or murder. It's hard to tell.

Today will be a lazy one me thinks. Either that or the fumes are getting to me.