After all the flea killing, we still had fleas. As there is only one exterminator on the island, we had to wait a few days for an appointment. My beloved offered to take us all to Seattle to get out of the house. He was tired of seeing his drooling wife in the corner, batting at the air and scratching and screaming every time she saw a piece of lint. The boys played hooky from school and we went to the zoo. Ironically, the kids favorite part was the bug exhibit, which only caused my phantom itching to get worse (see above). Our flea guy came and (hopefully) introduced all living creatures in our house to the Insect Apocolypse (yes, we got our four-legged pets out of the house). I am sitting here, typing bare-ankled, daring those little MF'ers with my delicious blood. M thinks I'm off my rocker. So far, though, no signs of life....

In other news, at least two very LOUD frogs have taken up residence in our pond. When I say loud, I mean you can hear them all night long from any room in the house. I did some research, and since they devour mosquitos, aphids, and probably fleas, I am going to learn to live with their lovely croaking. M is teaching J to mow the lawn (see below), and poor J is at odds with his love for driving the tractor and the pollution it causes, so he can't really enjoy himself. We never should have let him watch 'An Inconvenient Truth'.

O and G's teacher said the girls got in a knock-down drag-out fight at preschool yesterday. It seems G stated that Daniel was her boyfriend and Jake was O's boyfriend. O got ticked off and said that Daniel was her boyfriend. I was talking with the girls about this, and O said, "I don't even want a dumb old boyfriend. I just don't want G to tell me who my boyfriend is." So, boyfriends are banned in our house now. They can only have "friends that are boys."