*snicker*

Ballsy? Yep.

Conceited? Nope, just convinced. *weg*

I hate snakes.

Especially snakes that decide to curl up and nap right where my front porch/sidewalk thingy ends, right where it meets the grass, right where I usually step when I'm leaving the house, right where I can't really see unless I'm looking straight down cuz there's just enough of a drop off, right  in the spot where my right foot normally lands and causing me to look like a freaking monkey on crack trying not to step on it, especially when I've just gotten up from a restless "hurry up and sleep" nap attempt and am rushing off to pick up Kimo from school cuz I'm late and my mind is running on less than empty and trying to go in fourteen different directions so that I'm really not exactly what one would consider alert and when I'm feeling the dullness of a headache, which is made worse by the battle of trying to stifle a blood curdling scream which would have made me seem even more like a total moron to my neighbors which I don't really know and really don't care if they think that or not but I'm just saying.

Yep.

I HATE snakes.