I sat down with myself this morning and thought, "Hmm, what kind of post should I write to herald my return to the blogosphere?" After such a hiatus, it's difficult to know where to start.
General chit-chat about the baby?
The joys of homemade puree?
I pondered these and other thoughts as I sat down on our easy chair. Just for good measure, I glanced up at the ceiling to take note of our family spider. Actually. Our-not-so-family-spider. He/she/it stole into our house five days ago and has been working her/his/its way across our very high ceiling. We had been waiting for a chance to take it down when it became, well, more reach-able. This would have been Stu's responsibility as I hate all creepy crawlies.
Imagine my horror, when I saw it IN OUR KITCHEN. DANGLING! FROM A SINGLE THREAD. A SINGLE THREAD!
Holy monkeys' nuts! "What to do," she asked as she screamed and scanned the kitchen for a spider killing device.
Still screaming, behold our brave spider wrangler swinging wildly at the ceiling with the kitchen mop. "Die, die!"
And so it did.
Shaking and vowing mightily to never ever use the mop again because there may be spider bits stuck in the squeege-y part, she placed the mop back in the utility closet, sat in front of the computer, and typed out this entry. With shaking hands, I might add.
Oh. And here's another picture of the baby. More on that later. Must recover from frightening early morning spider attack.