In an attempt to get Maxine to stop biting her nails, we painted her fingernails with some glittery nail polish. I thought Juliet was about to jump out of her skin when she saw that glitter comes in a little bottle and can be applied to objects. So I ended up painting Juliet's big toes and she kept sputtering, "Ooooooo!" She seems to be quite the girl. And since everyone was doing it, Jack had to have his big toes painted as well.
And I have ants. Ick. Ick. Ick. I can't figure out where they're coming from because they walk along the carpet and then dive under it. So I pulled up the carpet and vacuumed as many crumbs and ants as I could. I also bought some ant bait and enjoyed watching them eat it, wriggle around and finally die. I despise ants. Cockroaches and mice will at least run away from me, recognizing that I am the superior species. Ants march on, oblivious. It's aggravating. I'm amazed it's taken 3 years for them to infiltrate my house, seeing as Jack spills so much Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the floor every morning I could feed armies of ants with the sugary mess. Wonderfully, lots of them are dead already.
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