“Looks like the back stroke to me.”

Enough of the hilarity.

It must be fly season.

There are a bunch of flies in my house.

So I go to Duane Reade to buy a fly swatter.

They were out of them.

When I got home I saw that a fly appeared to be drowning in Debby’s water.

I’m not heartless I saved it.

Then I was thinking. If I couldn’t let that fly drown, how can I justify killing others.

So I decided to just let them be.

I watched my Housewives with 4 or 5 flies on the TV.

I put on my make up with I don’t know how many flies on the mirror.

One even landed on my face.

I’m thinking, I let you guys live can’t you lay low?

When I watched Debby jumping up trying to catch them because they were bothering her I considered that the last straw.

I bought a fly swatter.

For most of my life I’ve hated hunters unless they were hunting for food.

Looks like I’m having a fly sandwich for lunch.

And so is she.