this sort of turned out to be about something but only accidentally

Remember when people used to blog just to blog? Like, it didn't really have to be ABOUT anything, you were just typing into the interspace and hoping someone was reading? Was that ever a thing, or am I making that up? And should I stop trying to blog about nothing? Am I trying to make "fetch" happen? 

That was a lot of questions. I don't expect answers. Moving on.

So yesterday I was home from work on account of BARFING and when I let Max outside, I noticed something weird all over the fence. There were these little brownish specks all over and I was like, "wtf, did our neighbors poke holes in our fence?" Not that I think our neighbors would do that, not intentionally anyway, but their stupid dog jumps on our fence all the time and I'm paranoid about something happening to it because I'm just always worried that the fence is going to get knocked over but I won't notice right away and then I'll let Max outside and he'll be all, "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!" and run away forever and then I get sad and have to think of something happy like MULDER AND SCULLY DAVID DUCHOVNY AND GILLIAN ANDERSON BEING IN LOVE and then I get lost in my brain for far longer than is healthy and you'd be surprised how many of my thought spirals end in sadness over Max hypothetically running away or two of my favorite fictional characters getting it on IRL.

Anyway, what was I saying? Right, brownish spots (gross). I walked outside to investigate, even though I wasn't wearing shoes or a bra (but I was wearing pajamas and vomit-hair!) because such is the beauty of having a privacy fence. As I got closer, I realized what the spots were: cicada shells! I love cicada shells! When I was a wee child, if I found one, I'd find an unsuspecting victim (usually my mom) and stick the shell on their shoulder so they'd freak out when they saw a crazy ass bug looking at them. CHILDHOOD. I'm fairly certain that all kids did that, though, so whatever.

I left these shells alone, though, because they looked kind of cool, like I'd decorated our fence with exoskeletons on purpose. Also! Cicadas make me think of Kat and who wouldn't want a daily reminder of Kat WHENEVER POSSIBLE?

So I left them alone and went inside to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the rest of the day, by which I mean I slept through most of season one in an attempt to get to the really good episodes. Then last night (this morning?), it started thunderstorming like crazy and I woke up because Max was trying to burrow under my pillow. At first I was all, "wtf is this nonsense?" and then heard the thunder and remembered that our dog is a total pussy. I listened to the storm for a while and realized that it actually sounded kind of bad because of all the windy wind and picnic lightning, but I wasn't really worried about tornadoes or a tree branch flying through a window or anything like that, no, I was worried that the wind would blow all of the cicada shells off of our fence AND THEN WHAT WOULD I DO.

Unfortunately, I was right and most of the shells are gone today. But there are still a few hanging around (hahaha) and they look like tiny aliens molted all over the place so I took a picture DON'T WORRY ABOUT THANKING ME:

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE (on my fence).