There's a fly in my house. He (yes, he. all insects are apparently male in my book.) insists on buzzing in circular flight patterns around my head.
Honestly, I don't care that there's a fly in my house. He just needs to be in another room.
Secretly, though, I'm fearing that there's actually a small army of flies in my house, and most of them are in other rooms. (Does this scenario ever happen to anyone besides me? I swat a fly. But then another one zooms by, so I nail him. And then another one zooms by. And another. Until I end up with a dead baker's dozen where I thought we only had two flies.)
On a completely different note, I'm going to see the Harry Potter movie tonight! Yeeeeeeee! (Cue marching band and stream of baton-twirling girls.) I promise to return with a full report first thing tomorrow.
Um. Not that I'm excited or anything.