Well, hello blog world! It has been forever since I've updated. In the time I've been gone I have
- attended my 10 year high school class reunion (and poor Anthony was subjected to a weekend with the folks...but he survived)
- babysat some adorable kiddos
- completed one part of a c-r-a-z-y deadline, with 2 more to go within a few hours...one of which I still have NO materials for!
- randomly had a visit from my sister...
- and once in awhile slept in a bed or had a meal
I'll leave you (for now!) with this gem.
So I'm sitting on the couch Wednesday night, watching tv. Mind you, this is probably the first time in a week the tv has been on longer than an hour. I'm watching, chugging along on my laptop with some work and I reach up to brush the hair off my shoulde...
It's not a hair.
It's a spider.
A big 'un.
Amazingly, my hand continued the sweeping motion and he fell to the floor (I know it was a he. What female do you know that would hop up on a fellow sister's shoulder without a little warning?!) It was only after he was safely off me that I began to worry. I stared at him, silent and wondering...
What if I get up to get a tissue and he moves and I can't find him and then he crawls upstairs and gets on me when I'm in bed and OH MY GOSH he's gonna crawl in my mouth.
And Emi is no help.
I finally have the presence of mind to remember a little piece of heaven sitting right next to me...
A box of Kleenex. (Puffs, actually, but who's counting?)
And triumphantly I carried him to his watery grave in the half-bath off the living room.
I want to go on record to say that never once did I make a sound throughout this whole ordeal. That's impressive, no? However, I immediately sent Anthony the following text:
Spider. On. My. Shoulder. Huge. Scared. Me. To. Death. Holy. Shit.
I still feel creepy crawly.
Another text I sent Anthony this week:
"The redneck comedy tour bus just cute me off in traffic. I can't even be mad, I was laughing so hard."
Really? Must they have their own tour? At least I know what bus NOT to get on now.
*crawls back under rock*
but promises to be back within 48 hours. Really.