I Wish

I think I should start a new series in my blogging. I would call it the "I Wish" series. In it would go things like - I wish Sarah would spit up on the 2-day old outfit and not on the 5-minute old one.

or - I wish the TV would freeze up on the FIRST 10 minutes of a show instead of the LAST 10.

So today - I wish the earwigs would find somewhere else to hide, rather than under the tin foil covers of my stove top burner drip pans. BBQ'd earwig is a nasty surprise.