Picture This

On Thursday morning, I got up and, after doing the morning pet things, jumped in the shower. After washing my hair, I stuck my face into the flow of water and grabbed my pouf from the hook. Placing the pouf under my chin so that I could enjoy the water while wetting the pouf, I got my "Zen" on. Inhaling deeply, I thought "Wow, my pouf stinks!" (You have to understand that I have had a cold for several weeks and only just now can smell normally.) Moving my head from under the water, I open my eyes to find:

Yes, that's right...a stink bug!!!!! THAT's what stunk! The official name of this prehistoric-looking bug is Western Conifer Seed Bug, but it still stinks when startled! Needless to say, the Zen moment was gone, there was much flailing of arms and the stink bug finally released his hold on my pouf (they are quite tenacious). The shower was successfully concluded, sans the Zen, and the stink bug lived on.

Yes, I know this was probably way too much information, but really, when your day starts with a stink bug in your pouf, things have got to get better!

Here's hoping you never have to find out personally. This is one experience that is way better lived vicariously.

Next post will be some finished stuff and a bit of other stuff. Stay tuned!

Hugs,
Sharon

P.S. I'm listening to Bed of Roses by Nora Roberts and reading Needled to Death by Maggie Sefton. And I'm watching National Velvet (the original with Mickey Rooney and Elizabeth Taylor). 1944--Wow.