To Kill a.....Fly?

Last night after wine group Marilyn Monroe decided to stay for a bit.  Things have been hectic with her upcoming nuptials, and we haven't had the chance to catch up with each other.

We were attempting to do so last night, but I became increasingly distracted. 

By a fly. 

Said fly had been making it's presence known all evening at Seersucker Central, and I was fit to be tied. 

Marilyn could tell I was frustrated, and she stopped speaking.  She became very still, and quiet.  I was creeping through the hallway into the kitchen with my Shoe-Fly Fly Swatter:

(mine is pink, of course, but you get the idea)

I was speaking in a low tone telling that fly he was MINE.  I am just about DONE with all of these bees and yellow jackets and flies and such.  I will not tolerate them trying to take over my home.  I was full of wine, and let me tell you I was just about to throw down when........


I hear Marilyn Monroe screeching! 


I cannot make out what she is saying, but when I ran into the living room this is what I saw:

Marilyn Monroe had caught that fly in her hand!!  Can you imagine?!?!?!  I would not lie to you, dear readers.  Marilyn was hopping all around and I said to her "Marilyn, are you SURE you caught that fly in your hand?"  She proclaimed that she was sure, and we went onto the front porch to have a look.  When she opened her hand....sure enough...there was the fly.

Marilyn Monroe will hence forth and ever after be called Mr. Miyagi.

End of story.

T