|It's the little things that drive you crazy
||[Jun. 21st, 2004|06:26 am]
Who would have thought that Easter Grass would be the bane of my existence?
Not just any Easter Grass, mind you. This Easter Grass is purple. It is large. It is insidious. It lurks in corners, under rugs, in closets, in the dirty laundry. It resists all attempts at eradication. It creeps out into the middle of rooms and hallways during the night.
When you step on it in the dark with bare feet, it feels amazingly like a bug.