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We got swamped in the last hour and a half of work today. At least one carful of customers provided some amusement: two guys and a girl (the driver).

Me: *finishing taking the order* "Would you like anything else?"
Guy #1: "Yeah, I'll take a blond in blue shorts. You have one of those in there?"
Me: "Not at the moment, no."
Guy #2: "Well, a redhead'd be fine, too. A tall one." He grins. "Hey, how tall are you?"
Me: "Eheh." *ducks back inside to get the food*
((I do not flirt well. If I'm not talking to someone I know, when a guy starts flirting I'll look around to see who else he might possibly be talking to, and then I'll stammer.))
Me: *coming back to the window* "The total is ****."
Guy #1: *looking at my left hand* "Yep, a ring."
Guy #2: "Hey, just because she's married doesn't mean she can't flirt."
Girl: "I am never taking you guys anywhere again."

So that was a bit of a change in routine.

And I got a new portrait from Warsheep Productions today! I'll be putting it and its accompanying story up on my webpage soon, so I'll make another post linking to it when I'm done. Now I have to figure out who to request next. :-)

In other news . . . LOST finale tonight!!

Ew ew ew

The house had gotten to that point where both people look at the dishes and the paperwork covering the table, sigh, look at each other, and then find another movie to watch and ignore the mess for one more day.

I got home from work today and found that Chris had completely cleaned the house-- dishes done, a load of laundry, the table's cleaned off and he bought some flowers and they're in a vase in the middle. :-)

Which, don't get me wrong, is a veryvery good thing. But it had the unintended consequence of disturbing the bug life.

I walked out into the living room a little while ago and suddenly found myself nose-to-whatever-the-heck-spiders-have with a little yellow arachnid. I reached to the side, grabbed a decorative box, scooped him out of the air, and took him out onto the lawn.

Well, that was just the sneak preview. The main feature, I found out about half an hour later, was on the ceiling in the little doorway alcove, plotting my death.

I was peacefully reading my book when I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye, and discovered this black lump on the ceiling. We have a sunken doorway, and so the little part of floor that'd put me within swatting distance would also put me within 'no way it's not going to fall on my head when it dies' distance. No flyswatter to be found, anyway. So I get something else, and then call mom--

Me: "Hey. You know that ant spray we have? Would it work on a spider?"
Mom: "What size spider?"
Me: "Shelob."
Mom: "Well, it'd probably startle it enough to make it fall off the wall so you can squish it, anyway."
Me: *spray*
Mom: "Did it work?"
Me: "No, I think I just made it mad." *sprays again*
Spider: *starts to fall, catches itself and hangs there, making rude gestures with one of its legs*
Me: "Eeeeeeeeeeee, it's dangling!!" *sprays frantically*
Spider: *falls, scurries toward me*
Me: *whimper*
Mom: "You do have your shoes on, right? Stomp on it."
Me: "Yeah, that'd be getting a part of my body way too close." *picks up security bar from underneath the door handle and smashes the spider. About twenty-three times*
Mom: "I think it's dead, dear."
Spider: *twitch*
Me: "Aaaa!" *SMASHCRUSHKILL*

So now it is dead, and its disgusting little body is in a small plastic container (because I am not going to do battle without showing the spoils to Chris before I incinerate them). I still feel like something's crawling on me, though. Gah. At least LOST is on in an hour.

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Less than five minutes in, and Sayid and Sawyer are both yanking off their shirts and diving into the ocean.

I love you, LOST. ;-)