Ben had our dirty, dirty kids in the tub the other night, and I was vacuuming the upstairs. In our room, I saw these tiny little hands reaching out from under our quilt, super creepy style:
I was relieved when I lifted up the bedspread and saw this sad little guy:
Next to our night table was a giant hairy spider. Neither Ben nor I could tell if it was real or a toy, and we took turns chaperoning the kids in the tub while the other person held the vacuum and stared with horror at it.
Finally Ben vacuumed it up, and we will never again be able to empty the vacuum canister in the garage because WHAT IF IT WAS A REAL SPIDER?
If you couldn't tell from the not-one-but-two vacuum anecdotes in this post, there's nothing going on around here.
My brother moved in, and I promise to take pics of his place later on. Last week we saw Despicable Me on a rainy afternoon, and it was super cute. We've been to the pool. A lot. Tomorrow, I am thinking about spending a couple of hours at my office doing a bit more fall prep work, but I might go get a massage instead because the being me. It is rough. Riveting stuff, huh?
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