Fucking Mosquitoes

Due to the two weeks of non-stop rain and the standing water everywhere, the mosquitoes are out in full force.

I take a perverse pleasure in killing the little bastards. I CAN NOT kill one without saying "Fucker" or "Motherfucker". Isn't that charming?

Fuckers.

Running to and from the house is like a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie; screaming, arms waving, blood and guts, slammed doors. My kids look like someone has been putting out cigarettes on their legs.

It's a lot of fun, I tell you. A whole lot of fun.