Do I really want to tell you this?

There's a reason I haven't posted yet today. I'm not sure I want to tell you all this.

It's a little embarrassing.

It's a lot embarrassing.

I'm afraid it'll make you think less of me.

But I suppose I need to be candid with you. You all know I'm not perfect anyway. (You didn't know that? Okay, just kidding. I am perfect. This must be someone else's fault.)

My house has cockroaches. Two of them.

I promise, I'm not a bad homeowner! I clean the house every week!

(Okay, so it's not me that cleans the house every week. But that's just a technicality. That the house gets clean is the main point here.)

Our houseguest came down this morning to report the sighting of two roaches in his room. EEEEWWWWW.

And since, after this houseguest leaves, we have another one staying with us in September, I need to take care of said roaches. Wouldn't want the Better Business Bureau citing my new B&B for pests, now would I?

So I scheduled Terminex. Not just to come out and spray. Oh, no. I signed up for a YEAR'S worth of pest control. They're going to come every three months to search out these suckers. In no way do I think this is over the top. I mean, this could be a fluke, random two cockroaches. OR, it could be mommy and daddy with babies waiting in the wings!! EEEEEEWWWWW.

The morning got even better when we were driving to work, and I noticed a big chip in one of the car door windows. Probably happened on the drive back from the beach last week.

So all in all, it was a spectacular morning! Hey, at least there was no dog puke!