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Last Sunday, a few days before I left for the beach, we had to spray for ants. Even though we don’t have any food out (and they didn’t go anywhere near where we store the food anyway) we had a steady stream of ants wander into our second floor apartment. So we found where they were coming in and completely obliterated them. End of story, right?

I left for the beach on Tuesday night and Thomas joined me on Thursday night. We had a great time. My mom decided she wanted to go spend a lot of money on me and bought me what feels like a whole new wardrobe. I spent more talking talking to my cousin, Becca, than I have in many years. My uncle Mike is teaching himself to play guitar, so we had a few lessons and a little jam session. And, of course, being on vacation with your new husband is always wonderful.

So Thomas and I arrived back home yesterday a little before 4 PM, and guess who else had come home. ANTS!!! This time they found a little opening over our pantry door and were having a lovely little ant parade around our kitchen sink. Once again, they were nowhere near any of the food in our kitchen. So we sprayed again, and because of the fumes and the awful stench we were forced to escape to my mom’s house on our first evening home from vacation.

When we got to mom’s house, the cat had thrown up at least three times and I felt obligated to clean it up since my mom wasn’t home from the beach yet. Ants and cat vomit all in a single day. Woo hoo!

Despite the not-so-great bookends, I really did have an awesome week at the beach. The older I get, the more I appreciate the family I have and the time I get to spend with them.