“The skeeters may eat us, but they’ll never beat us…”

So, yes, we have some mosquitoes out here at the cottage. Went on a quest to find little kid mosquito repellant. Evidently, out here, not many little kids worry about skeeters. Or at least their parents don’t seem to buy them the reduced Deet stuff around here. The third place had some. In my wisdom, I left some here last year, enough to get me through the first few days before I would have to go out and stock up again. But, alas, my plan has been foiled by someone, somewhere…possibly a little short person who was fearful of being taken away by the bugs.

The ducks seem to remember us from last year and are hounding the dock, begging us to give them more cracked corn. Maybe it is just plain old ‘crack’ corn and we’ve gotten them addicted. Problem is that they are pooping on the dock and where we swim. Evidently their poop doubles the water’s ecoli content, plus will give you some nice swimmers itch. (Like shaving your bathing suit line wasn’t enough trouble…)

I think I took my screwed up email and really screwed it up. <sigh> Sometimes I know just enough to really mess things up.

In this cottage, you can hear everything. EVERYTHING. Dear lord. Farts. Little kids whining and wailing themselves to sleep (hopefully). I feel so self-conscious clicking away on my computer. Like I’ve broken an unwritten code. But, really it’s not like I brought a TV in here. (Never been a TV here). Although, dad says that he has about ten movies on his drive…does that count?