Abez sez Assalamualaikum!

An Update from Behind Enemy Lines

I saw Bee Movie last night, but that doesn’t make me feel any better right now- the kitchen and living room have been invaded by bees.

A whole. lotta. bees.

You will notice that every word in the above sentence has been italicized for emphasis. Whole has been emphasized in conjunction with Lotta, to accurately convey the dozens and dozens of big, fat, bees buzzing around my kitchen, crawling on the counters, partying in the trash can and banging their heads against the window that isn’t open. Bees has been italicized to emphasize that in addition to being many, the invaders are also Bees of all things. Ants are tolerable, moths are annoying but harmless, flies are well within manageability, but bees?

(Why couldn’t I have been invaded by squirrels? At least squirrels are cute, and I’d rather be bitten than stung.)

I suppose it’s my fault for opening a window on this lovely, sunny, breezy day, but by the same logic, it will be the bees’ own fault for being on the wrong side of that window when HF gets home to rescue me! He’s bringing bug spray! My Hero! Take that, bees!

Also, the movie stunk.

-sigh-

Oh hey, we have internet now! Alhamdulillah, as of this morning, a nice man from Etisalat came and set up the DSL line. Granted, he came at 9:30, and if he had been anyone else I would have turned him away at the door for showing up at such an ungodly hour. Trust me, 9:30 is very, very early when you have:

-gone to bed at 1 the night before
-woken up repeatedly throughout the night w/a sick, screamy toddler
-the flu

HF, Khalid and I are all out of commission w/the flu, and now, in addition to my lil home being a quarantine unit, it’s also a battlefield. The reinforcements are still many minutes away, and they still have to stop at a store and buy bug spray before they get home, so further hooray for DSL. Now I have something to do while I hide here in the bedroom and wonder if bees know how to crawl under doors.

On a non-invasive note, Baby 2.0 is doing fine, kung-fu’ing as usual, trying to push my ribs out of the way and trying to defensively wiggle away from Khalid, who thinks my enormous stomach is a great place to climb, drive toy cars on, and try to sleep on. I have officially run out of lap, and am at week 36.

It’s 1:45 now, and I guess lunch is on hold until the kitchen is reclaimed. HF should get home soon, I think I’m going to lay down and see if I can catch a few min of zzz’s before he does.

Peace & Chikken Grease
-Abez & Co.

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