Flies

So, Josh is sick and we've been fighting flies for days. It's like my house is like their club house and they all meet up and then sit on the window next to me (wow, bad grammar). Okay... it's not that bad (the fly problem, not the grammar--which is horrible). Honestly, it's gotten much better lately (again, the fly problem).

I think, and this is just a guess, that the flies are flying into the house via the back door which someone is leaving open all the time. Okay, me, I'm leaving it open.

Josh has been using our electric fly catcher (okay, it's really a vacuum) to fix the fly problem. I was only able to catch this one in the act because he's currently near death on the couch (Josh, not the fly).

So, what does all of this have to do with knitting? Absolutely nothing. A smart, but somewhat egotistical, boy told me that this blog is just a way to bitch about my life and hide behind knitting.