Baby Nicole: i'm not sure what's most frightening about this picture... the tiny eyebrows, the fact that i'm wearing make up, or all those teeth?
Child Nicole: i don't know what makes this a child-like picture. eek.
Teenage Nicole: ditto for this one. what's teenagish about this?
Old Nicole: old. i see it. whoa! wrinkles! but apparently i just let my grey roots grow and grow and just don't ever get those dark ends cut off...
These are a little more odd:
African-Caribbean Nicole: i'm not sure what's going on with my gums - but i'm pretty sure that this is fake tan, instead. look at my eyebrows.
East Asian Nicole: no comment, i suppose.
West Asian Nicole: lesser of a fake tan.
Man-Nicole: oh. my. gosh. but apparently, if i were a man, i could swing a role in the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
and now... some artsy ones:
this one is my favorite artsy one. don't you want this above your mantle? a giant print of it?
anyway - i hope you enjoy... and laugh.
You get the picture, right?
Well, the time comes to go to bed last night... and I walk in my room. I'm obviously looking around the room because something looks odd. Can you see it?
Up there.
On the wall. Above the window!
That's right. A bug. A HUGE ROACH. AHHHHHH. It's not moving...
I stand there for a few moments trying to figure out what to do. I consider my options. There are none, really. That thing must die before I go to sleep. Die all the way dead.
So, Alicia is gone and Kristin has already gone to bed... but we share a wall, so I figured that if I started throwing things at the other wall, she's going to hear it and get up anyway...
So, I consider my weapon of choice... thank you Old Navy.
I decide that it's best if I go ahead and get the flops ready and go tell Kristin that sounds will be coming...they may be loud and there is probably going to be squealing. Ew.
She is so kind. She doesn't even hesitate... she says, "I'm coming to help you." She comes straight to my room and develops a plan to stand on my furniture and crush the monster with a cardboard box top that was in my floor. WOW! How thankful! She was so calm and just got right up there and did it.
She moved the box top and of course... the bug is gone. What?
I was watching her and the box and the wall the WHOLE time! What's the deal? She stays up there a little bit and finally, she sees it. It did fall, only half dead on the nightstand below. That's right. Half dead. Remember what I said before, though? The only option is for it to be dead dead before I go to sleep.
So, she gets down and tells me not to look. She handled everything like a champ and I went to sleep just fine!
