The Confessional – Maggots

Why can’t I let feeding maggots lie?

I wasn’t going to share this.

I wasn’t going to share.

But the story that I want to hide, won’t let me hide it there.

“…hide it THERE.”

I. Don’t. Know.

It rhymed. I was going for Dr. Seuss-y, and ended up Edvard Munch-y… and he was neither a writer nor a poet, but a painter… So.

*scratching head*

Anynohows. I am a glutton for punishment blogger, not a poet.

OBVIOUSLY.

So. Maggots.

On a day not long gone (say a day six moons past)… I entered my laundry room. To clean it.

I. Know.

I went to grab my daughter’s back pack but was stopped in my tracks. My face wore a look that probably resembled  this:

For what I saw… made me scream. “PAULLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!“

My husband came galloping in on his steed to save me from the savage many small flies that covered my daughter’s backpack!!!!!

*gag*

He took the bag and made haste with it to the outside.

I followed to find him pulling out a lunch box-bag thing that looked like it had been vomited on. I could not look closely… for my sensitive gag reflex kicked in full gear. I turned away before the reflex could grow into something more heinous.

My husband comforted, “Oh come on!”

I was a good 350 light years away and I could smell the stank from that lunch bag.

*gag*

*gag*

*gag*

And THAT my friends it a small glimpse into my day to day. Maggots. Puppies. Freestyle gagging. No hot water for 2 days.

And whatnot.

See? I give you reasons to love your life. I am here to serve. *bows*

*rubs head*

I just hit my head on my desk as I came up from my bow.

See? Never ends.

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