Now that's something I wouldn't want to sleep on. I'm trying to think only sweet thoughts before going to bed, but the unnatural strain of it is putting me over the edge. Plus, DD3 was up all night thinking there was a spider in her room, and I kept having to go in there with a flashlight and prove to her that there wasn't. How any kid who collects race cars and keeps saying "I'm a boy--I AM A BOY!!!" could get all girly screechy about an imaginary spider...I'll never know.
H used to excel at this kind of spider-chasing. He was endlessly patient. Now he's in Mexico with OW, and I'm trying so very hard to hope he DOESN'T get violently ill from the water. I've got to remember that his business is no longer mine. Nevertheless, Mexico can be a pretty scary place...a lot of things could happen there....just had this sort of pleasant image of H being offered up as a virgin sacrifice at the sacred temple of the sun god. A sacrifice unpleasing to the sun god, I think.
(((Yoyo)))--How's today? Actually, you sound a lot better after getting read the riot act!
