idiots and crickets

eafogel

OK, I get that you may not always know my kid is a girl.  If I've got her in some gender neutral outfit, or she's covered in a blue blanket, or whatever, I will forgive you for calling her a boy.  But if she's decked out in a frilly dress, complete with a bow the size of Arkansas on her head, and you STILL say "oh, what a sweet little boy!", I may just have to stab you.

I would have a much easier time stabbing an idiot than dealing with the cricket in my sink right now.  It's one of those evil hoppy camel crickets, and it tried to attack me when I was making a bottle.  I put the sink stopper on top of it, and there it will remain until DH discovers its existence.  Stupid cricket.