So there we are. We being Demi and I, laying our fines selves out at the pool. Simply attempting to become a crispy more burnt version of our selves, on this fine Memorial day weekend. There, right in the mist of our funness being had... it happened!!!!!

That's right it really, really, happened...a cockamaroach! It suddenly appeared upon my boob. Now had my lovely Demi not been panic stricken, we would have not found the horrid creature so quickly!

I don't know about you, but hearing your dear friend all of the SUDDEN scream in a mad panic "OMG IT'S A ROACH, IT'S A ROACH THERES A ROACH ON YOUR BOOB!" I calmly became a frantic frailing disaster of flailing arms and legs! And maybe I screamed! LOL!

In my flailing I succeaded to knock the NASTY cockamaroach of my boobies, but in flailing apparently I do not have good aim.

You see friends, the nasty cockamaroach ended up on Demi's lawn chair/towel. One would think 2 girls could be level headed and rational, but OH NO, NOT US! My flailing about got passed to Demi as the screaming became louder, she flicked the cockamaroach away from her, yet back onto me!

I the wise one, about peed myself, jumped up faster than you could say hoppy hop hop and flung myself about, thus allowing the cockamaroach to find shelter beneath my lovely beach towel...

Now being in Texas truly does mean every THING is bigger! I'm telling you.. Mr Cockamaroach, we shall name...Scary Harry, had not only lay shelter underneath my towel, but had pulled out his nasty antennas!

At this point my Demi girl and I are now at a stand still as "Scary Harry" not only seems to be unaffected, but seems to desire to attack and chase us!

Somehow we pulled from the depths of our being, and with much chanting and egging on, I Defeated the Cockamaroach with my mighty skull flip flop! To which we all declared victory, did a little dance and went back to sun baking.

So tell me this friends...Why did God create such a thing????? Do they really have a purpose???!!!