Spider Update

It's been awhile since my last post. Long enough that I figured it was time to pry open the dust buster, which took a feat of superhuman strength to do. And when Mark finally got it open, the spider was STILL ALIVE and waving at me from inside. Naturally, I did what anyone (with an unnatural terror of spiders) in that situation would do. I screamed like a little girl, abandoned my son and husband to their own devices, and ran willy nilly across the kitchen into the living room, where I continued to shriek hysterically (while jumping around) until Mark PROMISED me he'd killed it. Then, just to be safe, I emptied a pot of pasta into the trash on top of its corpse AND took out the garbage.

Jen was screaming as much as I was, although that might have been because I was panicking her with my screaming.