I hate to beat a dead horse...but, y'all made me like this.
All your talk of bedbugs, after our stay at Disgustingville, has turned me into a bedbug freakazoid. Just ask my entryway...where the luggage was unloaded, and where I determined NOT to let our stuff any farther into our home than there.
It's like our weekend threw up in there. Our entryway has become laundry central (even though I'm 99.9% certain there were no bedbugs...you just. never. know.) and I have become creepy crawly.
I feel like this psych patient:
Now, if only I had some green Listerine...