The ants go marching three by three-Hurrah??

Want to know about this past Monday? Yes, I thought you did. But first, let me back up to Sunday.  On Sunday both Daniel and I were not feeling well. We didn't go to church, and laid around for a good part of the day.  That night I was trying to decide what to cook for supper, but did not feel like cooking at all! To save either one of us from having to cook, my sweet husband ordered Papa John's for us. Understand, this is a RARE treat. We NEVER order pizza.  We do go by and pick up Hot'n'Readys sometimes from Little Caesar's, but having a custom ordered, brought to the house, didn't have to make any kinda effort to get it here pizza? no. never. It was soooooooooo good. Mine and Bethany's was LOADED with veggies. Thin crust..mmmmmmm. I am kinda drooling a little now just thinking about it.
So after eating, the Papa John's box with crusts and a couple of half empty glasses of tea were left on the kitchen table...cause why should someone take the time to throw that stuff away, right? Mama will do THAT stuff in the morning! Sha!
This is what greeted me bright and early Monday morning-a gabillion ants enjoying the remnants of our special Papa John supper. They were all over the kitchen table, all over the benches, all over the window sill. It was kinda Alfred Hitchcocky. *shudder*.  I got them all cleaned up, disposed of pizza boxes, etc. and then happened to notice that the book shelf that we use as our pantry was covered with them too! What were they after here? Graham cracker crumbs. Stupid ants. Daniel called the exterminator and I emptied the shelves of anything that they might find appetizing.  The exterminator is coming tomorrow. This morning I awoke to more ants in the pantry shelves!! I thought I had gotten all the stuff they would be interested in, but I missed the crackers. Crackers?? These must be some desperate ants. Stupid ants. Why are you in my house anyway?? It isn't flooding, and it rains every afternoon. Its summer-go find some seeds or berries or garbage. Leave me and my crackers alone. And for heaven sakes I might have WANTED those pizza crusts!! 

Power Naps and. the Fun-Size Candy Bar

Let me tell you what, I love a good Power Nap. In fact, I would love one right now. The beauty of a power nap is that you can take one really quickly, sometimes before the kids' radar even detects that you are asleep and registers that they MUST ask you something NOW. My standard power nap is 20-30 minutes long.  I awake feeling refreshed, energized, and ready to continue my day. My husband refuses to believe this is possible.  "How, he asks, can you possibly sleep for 20 minutes and feel better?? That would just make me mad!!"  He is the type of person that has to have at least an hour and a half, minimum for a nap.  If he can't have an hour and a half, he'd rather not even take it.
I can understand this-it is the same concept as the fun sized candy bar. I am certainly not the first person to say that there is nothing fun in a fun size candy bar. Its just enough to make you mad that there isn't more. If you have seen "O Brother Where Art Thou?" recall Everett's line when offered a gofer. "No thank you, Delmar. One third of a gopher would only arouse my appetite without bedding it down.."  This is exactly how I feel about fun size candy bars. Now...five or six fun sized candy bars..now you're talking. Daniel, on the other hand, can eat one fun size candy bar and stop.  Will of steel, I'm telling you-will of steel. He kills me because he can buy some kind of special treat and make it last FOR.E.VER. I want to eat mine in the first 10 minutes of having it. I think this is because he was the oldest and I was the youngest. I had to fight for the treats and eat them quick or they'd be gone. He could just do that thing to his sister where he put his hand on her forehead and held her at arms length while she tried to grab his candy. Yes, this is definitely the reason.
Mmmm....now I want to sleep for 20 minutes and then eat a handful of fun sized candy bars.